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Capítulo 1900: Chapter 812: A Lie Told Ten Thousand Tis Is Still the Wilderness! (Part 2)

“Two hundred million?!” Singh took a sharp breath.

“Compared to the cost of national credibility collapsing, the governnt falling, and military morale disintegrating, what is two hundred million?!”

Shire Horse growled, “It has already been agreed in principle! Now we’re just waiting for your signature and the cooperation of the military! We need those ‘wounded hero soldiers’ to speak out, even if it’s just reading scripts from their hospital beds!”

Singh closed his eyes, images of increasingly out-of-control street protests flashing in his mind, and recalled Gujral’s ashen and despairing face. He knew there was no way out for him now.

“…Fine.” He squeezed the word through gritted teeth, as if using all his strength, “I’ll sign. Have the navy pick a few officers who aren’t too badly injured, are clear-headed, and have families to co forward. Tell them this is their last contribution for the country… Afterward, promotions, benefits, none will be lacking.”

“Yes!” Shire Horse’s eyes glead with excitent as he imdiately grabbed the phone to make arrangents.

Damn…

Demanding 150 million out of 200 million isn’t too much, right?!!!!!!

Thus, a “global lie collaboration,” a spectacle in the annals of modern human political propaganda, was hastily and frantically launched with the desperate approval of the Indian governnt’s highest tiers.

May 20, 1997, London, England, BBC’s flagship political comntary program “Newsnight” studio.

The studio lights were cold, and host Jeremy Paxman was known for his sharp and acerbic style. He scrutinized the two guests sitting across from him.

One was the chief expert of the “Special Narrative Task Force” sent by India, retired Navy Major General Anil Kumar.

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He wore a crisp retired military uniform, adorned with various dals on his chest, his hair immaculately styled, and his face carried a “standard heroic expression” mixed with indignation and resolve.

The other was Julio Angola, invited as a representative of the “other perspective” from the National University of xico’s International Relations departnt. He was dressed in a casual suit, his expression calm, even a bit… bored.

The two were about to clash.

“Major General Kumar.”

Paxman got straight to the point, speaking quickly, “In the past week, the entire world has seen the quite clear combat footage provided by the xican side. It shows the Indian Navy firing warning shots first, followed by the vessels being consecutively hit within a short ti, suffering heavy losses. How do you respond to these video evidences? Are they fabricated?”

Major General Kumar’s chest heaved, and he answered in heavily accented but forceful English: “Mr. Paxman, first of all, I must emphasize that those images have been ticulously edited and selected! They only show the parts the xicans want you to see! Yes, our ‘Lanville’ did carry out warning shots, but that was after a xican submarine posed a severe threat to us, and repeated warnings were ignored—this was the last resort! As for the subsequent footage… modern video technology can fabricate many things! We suspect the xicans used advanced computer-generated imaging technology to exaggerate the battle results!”

Paxman raised an eyebrow: “Oh? You’re implying that the xican TV station, in a global broadcast, used the ‘Unreal’ engine to synthesize the footage of warships exploding and sinking in real-ti? That’s quite advanced technology. So, where are the sunken ‘Ganga’ frigate and the heavily damaged ‘Lanville’ now? Can international journalists board them for inspection?”

A flicker of unnoticeable panic flashed across Major General Kumar’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper “heroic sorrow”: “Our brave warships are undergoing urgent repairs! Involving military secrets, it is temporarily unsuitable for public viewing. But I want to emphasize that in that unfair encounter battle, our soldiers displayed extraordinary courage! We are convinced that our counterattacks also severely hit the xican aggressors! Our personnel witnessed enemy ships being hit and caught fire! The xicans hastily retreating from the battlefield is proof! They don’t dare to engage in a fair, ship-to-ship decisive battle with us!”

Paxman then turned to Professor Angola from xico: “Professor Angola, what are your comnts on Major General Kumar’s remarks about ‘video fabrication’ and ‘severely damaging enemy ships’? Why hasn’t the xican side released more complete, unedited footage?”

Professor Angola adjusted his glasses, showing a gentle and even slightly sympathetic smile: “Mr. Host, first of all, regarding the authenticity of the video, I think any dia or institution with basic technical discrimination ability can verify it. The xican TV station uses standard broadcast equipnt, and the signal sources undergo multiple encryptions and verifications. As for more complete footage… this involves our military’s operating frequencies, electronic identification characteristics, and other core secrets, which, according to our national law and international conventions, cannot be fully disclosed. However…”

He paused, took a tablet from his briefcase, and gently placed it on the table: “For the sake of transparency, our Departnt of Defense has provided desensitized fragnts of technical data chains and radar track replays to the military of several friendly countries, including your Departnt of Defense, after the conflict. If Major General Kumar is interested, and if the Indian governnt is willing to sign a confidentiality agreent, we would be happy to carry out technical exchanges with professional peers. After all,” he looked at Kumar, his smile unchanged, “in the face of facts and technology, all exaggerated narratives will seem weak and powerless.”

Major General Kumar’s face flushed imdiately: “This is sophistry! Technical blackmail! You use information asymtry to cover up the fact of aggression!”

Professor Angola simply looked at him calmly without saying another word. His gaze seed to say: “Please, continue with your performance.”