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Paxman astutely caught on: “Major General, you seem resistant to discussing technical details? You just ntioned ‘seeing the enemy ship hit with your own eyes,’ can you describe the specifics? For example, the hit location, the size of the explosion, the reaction of the enemy ship? This might help the audience judge.”

“I… I was… at the command post! Following the battle via radio!” Major General Kumar stamred, sweat visible on his temple, “The specifics are tactical secrets! But our Warriors wouldn’t mistake it!”

“So, in other words, you haven’t seen it personally; the information ca from subordinate reports?” Paxman pressed step by step, “Then, in such intense combat, where communications might be blocked or distorted, is there a possibility of misreporting? After all, you couldn’t even promptly grasp the accurate situation of your own battle damage afterward.”

“This is slander! It’s desecration of the honor of the Indian Navy officers and soldiers!” Major General Kumar finally broke down, his voice suddenly rising, sharp and agitated, “Have you BBC been bought off by the xicans too?! Why only question us, and not question why the xicans flaunt their power in our exclusive economic zone? Why do they have such advanced submarines yet act stealthily? They are the real disruptors of regional peace!”

The atmosphere in the studio instantly dropped to freezing point. Paxman looked expressionlessly at the disgraced Indian Major General, while the Angolan professor gently shook his head, seemingly sighing.

The program awkwardly entered the advertisent segnt. anwhile, outside the live broadcast, audiences across the United Kingdom and many watching the BBC International Channel saw the entire process of the Indian General’s transformation from “tragic hero” to “agitated frustration.” Many who originally harbored a bit of sympathy or curiosity for India now carried a big question mark in their hearts, even feeling a bit ridiculous.

This was rely the first public, high-profile setback faced by one of India’s 20 “global propaganda groups,” but it was certainly not the last.

On the sa day, Paris, France, at the grand hall of the Sorbonne University.

A public seminar titled “Post-Cold War Era Naval Power and Regional Security” was being held here. The organizers invited many international relations scholars, and another “expert” from India’s propaganda group – a eloquent think tank researcher was among them.

When it was this Indian researcher’s turn to speak, he theatrically repeated the “xican threat theory” and the rhetoric of “India bravely resisting aggression,” trying to sway the scholars and students below with complex international law terminology and emotional appeals.

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However, when his speech concluded and it was ti for questions, a gray-haired French retired Navy Colonel seated in the front row raised his hand. He took the microphone and, without directly questioning, spoke in a calm tone:

“Mr. Researcher, I served for forty years, participated in so actions, and reviewed many battle reports. Your description just now was very… vivid, reminding of an old navy saying: ‘In the most intense battles, the first casualty is often the truth.'”

He paused, and in the face of the Indian researcher’s visibly strained expression, continued: “I do not intend to question the courage of your country’s soldiers; courage is respected in any nation’s military. But as an old sailor, I believe more in so basic things: speed, range, fire control system response ti, damage managent efficiency. Based on publicly available, verifiable ship performance paraters, and the engagent tilines published by xico and preliminarily validated by multiple third-party technical institutions… I regret to inform you, the probability of your described ‘intense exchange of firepower heavily damaging the enemy ship’ occurring on a technical level is slightly lower than my great-grandfather suddenly crawling out of his grave and doing a cancan dance.”

Slightly restrained laughter and whispers arose from the audience. French ridicule always carried a touch of elegant spice.

The old Colonel added finally: “Perhaps, what your country should truly reflect on is not how to tell a more moving story, but why there are such baffling gaps in intelligence, equipnt, training, and crisis decision-making procedures. After all, next ti, the opponent might not be so ‘restrained,’ nor might provide assistance.”

The Indian researcher’s face turned red and pale in succession, attempting to retort, yet finding his ticulously prepared “narrative” appeared so hollow and weak against the firm technical logic and the opponent’s seasoned experience. He ultimately could only ambiguously emphasize “national sovereignty is inviolable,” “history will give a fair evaluation,” and other empty slogans, hastily ending the interaction.

Similar scenarios unfolded ti and again at think tank roundtables in Berlin, Germany, congressional briefings on the outskirts of Capitol Hill in Washington, U.S.A., and dia salons in Nairobi, Kenya… India’s propaganda groups, setting out with massive funding and the tragic mission of “scrubbing national stigma,” frequently crashed against hard walls based on facts, technology, and common sense. Their stories, lacking solid evidence support, beca progressively riddled with loopholes, increasingly resembling a self-deceptive farce.

Of course, there are a few places where their propaganda achieved so “effect.”

May 22, Lagos, Nigeria, in a high-end hotel ballroom.

India’s propaganda group held a closed-door debriefing session for African dia and so pro-India parties here.

They skillfully utilized the prevalent sentint and dissatisfaction with Western/Northern countries on the African Continent, portraying xico as the “new upstart with high-tech weapons” and India as the “Third World Warriors brave enough to resist new hegemony!!”