Poor Man's War

The age of interstellar navigation has not yet begun, and there are only a group of veterans guarding the rags and metals at the edge of the galaxy. Lao Nan has no federal support, no new warships, and only a silent army composed of "star seeds" - Tao soldiers sealed in ice shells, disguised as cosmic rubble, and drifted to the enemy's position on solar sails. He sent out "shadow monsters" to apply dark sand, travel through counterspace, slit throats silently in zero gravity, tamper with voiceprints, and make the Tuoba fleet kill each other. While the enemy was still calibrating the trajectory, the violet eggs had penetrated into the core of the engine, siphoning the copper shell like a living creature, turning the entire battleship into scrap metal. This is a war won with ledgers, ice shells and old-world ingenuity. There are no hymns to heroes, only the embers in the ruins and a garden that blooms again on the deck of the Jinling. #SF#STEAMPUNK#hardcoreSF#tacticalfantasy#high reading threshold