Chapter 1468 - 478: Welcome, Welcome, Warm Welcome (2)

Chapter 1468: Chapter 478: Welcome, Welcome, Warm Welcome (2)

These guys used drones to spread the news everywhere that the Hood had been sunk by them, the Vasa fell into the sea awaiting rescue, and the command flagship Admiral Scheer was severely damaged. They even used a large number of drones at night to perform how the Hood was sunk with one shot.

Killing people and crushing their spirits, killing and crushing spirits, that’s terrifying.

These messages spread like a virus in the Alliance Army’s positions. When someone asked their superiors what was going on, the answer was always vague and evasive.

No way to explain clearly.

Because Horizon Corporation’s propaganda machine started again, due to the actions of certain groups, even within the Alliance Army, which had always been in an information cocoon, they became aware of the Voice of the Horizon software.

The players sent out drones to do a full live 24-hour broadcast of the Hood wreck and the Vasa ship at sea, with loudspeakers urging surrender, scattering data chips of "The Story of the POW Camp" in the air, disrupting military morale.

The sailors surviving on those ships watched the black shadows moving constantly beneath the water, each more desperate than the last. We don’t want to surrender, but we don’t want to die either.

As for the Admiral Scheer, although it wasn’t captured on camera, the front line losing naval gun support was a real situation, leaving the soldiers to use their imagination.

In the face of iron-clad facts, all rumors turned into easily blown-through paper.

You ask why the European Fleet isn’t going to the rescue.

A simple question, how dare you bet that the Vasa and the Hood aren’t bait placed here by the Horizon Mercenaries?

Knowing that the adversary possibly has satellite weapons and without thorough investigation, who among the Alliance Fleets dare to stick their heads out now?

Do you really think everyone is like the players, who, after being told there’s a sniper in the mid-lane, still stupidly stick their head out to see what’s going on?

Perhaps the allies aren’t strong enough, while the opponent really has a Gundam.

Thus, under the observation of the vast European masses, Sweden’s Vasa and the UK’s remaining Hood, in despair and helplessness, chose to surrender, being hauled away like pigs in trucks to the newly built POW camp in Florida.

Brother Dao, cheekily, even mobilized the prisoners in the camp to hang banners at the main gate, stand in two lines, and hold salute guns to celebrate these new ’family’ members.

On camera, the French, Germans, British, and Cubans who hadn’t completely sided with the Horizon Mercenaries, smiled and applauded in welcome.

But actually, they’ve already calculated internally how to deal with this pack of swine-like Swedes and Brits.

Throwing bombs over our POW camp, huh?

Forcing us to relocate and then opening fire over our heads, huh?

If not for the guards’ prior notice, the veteran POWs would have long since swarmed and smashed these guys’ heads.

Brother Dao, holding a microphone with the lively athlete march in the background, stood before the camera, speaking sarcastically,

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the live broadcast of the POW camp. Now coming towards us is the British Hood sailor formation. As a well-known old British warship, the Hood has a long-standing historical prestige, having shone brightly in several battles during both World Wars. She has gone through a magnificent and radiant life as the last glory of the old era’s giant ships."

Brother Dao signaled the director to aim the camera at the grief-stricken prisoners; they had no formation to speak of, each dressed in a sorry state, with disheveled hair and eyes devoid of light. But this didn’t affect Brother Dao’s random chatter at all.

"This formation before you continues the name of the Hood vessel in the new era. These sailors are dashing and fearless, the aces among global guards and Secolida Corporation service soldiers."

"And now, they are ready to live in the POW camp built for them by the Horizon Corporation. I believe they will quickly adapt to life here, able to contribute to the camp’s construction, enriching the colorful prisoner life. Let’s warmly welcome them with applause."

At Brother Dao and the guards’ cue, the old POWs clapped vigorously, shooting salute guns.

"Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome!"

Clap, clap, clap.

The sound was deafening, streamers floated in the air, and behind the crowd, the POW camp had already sounded suonas, with the flags belonging to Sweden and the UK being slowly hoisted with the flagpole.

Those unaware might even think this group had won a victory, now triumphantly returning home.

Just that the expressions of these British warriors returning in triumph seemed off, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into. Especially with the malicious glares from those veteran POWs that wished to devour them alive, who would dare lift their heads? They all moved forward with dead hearts, reluctantly entering the POW camp.

This wasn’t just disgrace; it was pure humiliation.

Yet you can’t say anything, for they’re bragging for you. Don’t be ungrateful; truly start arguing, and you might end up humiliated beyond measure.

Considering a player’s temperament, it’s probable they might point machine guns at them to force them to do pole dances, collecting defeat CGs. Honestly pretending to be an NPC might just help them escape this plight.

As the most popular program apart from the frontline in the globally focused Cuban War, once the POW camp is live-streamed, the views naturally spike sharply.

And this unique scene further captured the audience’s attention.

The United States, after half a century, broke through the European Alliance Army face-to-face in Cuba, sank the Hood, captured the Vasa, and damaged the Admiral Scheer, while the remaining warships fled at the sight. The remnant forces in Cuba fell into chaos; this was already an earth-shattering victory.