Chapter 1282 - 416: Stories from the Prisoner of War Camp

Chapter 1282: Chapter 416: Stories from the Prisoner of War Camp

The battle was extremely fierce.

All seven or eight hundred Cuban troops were engaged in the fighting, making a grand display of power.

On the British side, they were at an absolute numerical disadvantage from the start, lacking the support of implants and equipment; they were chased around, beaten to a pulp.

Meanwhile, the French and German armies watched their comrades being brutally beaten yet did not step in to help.

Kidding me? The Brits getting a beating, and I, a Frenchman, didn’t even step in to kick them—a miracle of compassion.

But the Cubans, seeing red, didn’t care who was who; they couldn’t tell a Frenchman from a Brit and just beat up all the foreigners together.

A French soldier watching the spectacle got too close and received a hard punch to the eye socket, leading them to join the fight voluntarily.

The total forces engaged in this battle numbered around a thousand.

The Cuban army held an absolute advantage, facing three companies of British, French, and German troops, splitting their forces into three to attack them head-on.

Due to a previous structured surrender by the Cuban side, they had a fairly complete organization. Centered around Barnes, they quickly formed a command system, directing some forces to outflank from both wings, forming a pincer move, tightly encircling the enemy.

On the Franco-British-German coalition side, let alone the fact that they were captured in small squads and had few officers; just getting the French to take orders from the British was utterly impossible.

As for the Germans?

Get the hell out!

Thus, they could only fight individually, constantly retreating, with many crying for their mothers and fathers.

The Cuban side’s prisoners had been bullied for days, couldn’t eat in line with the Europeans, were cut in line while bathing, and worked lazily while Cuban soldiers had to do their share.

They had long been full of anger, perfect for settling new and old scores together now!

Europeans, who had flaunted their power, were now getting beaten down, and many Cuban soldiers began to see clearly:

These Europeans are nothing special, just two shoulders and a head—not deities.

Seeing the Europeans getting beaten beneath them, their fists moved more vigorously.

Behind the camera, Brother Dao was laughing wildly.

"Great, great, I want to see rivers of blood! The audience loves this!"

This made him look like the villainous prison warden in a prison movie.

The supervisor beside him was already sweating profusely; people were bound to die if this continued.

"Mr. Doug, shouldn’t we stop them? If they keep fighting, I fear it might cause a diplomatic incident."

"What are you afraid of? These Europeans only fear force but not virtue, they need a beating to behave. Don’t shy away from their identity."

The reality of the EU has already proven with ironclad facts what it’s made of. Everyone knows they’re going into negotiations with just a pair of threes, yet dare to bluff as if they hold a royal flush, setting sky-high conditions.

The Europeans here would only get worse; they need some iron-fisted education to know that they can’t just call anyone a piece of junk.

Wait till NATO’s alarm goes off, all your tax dodges will be found out!

Watching the monitor screen showing the coalition already in disarray, Brother Dao called on Lewis.

"Lewis, pull out all the surveillance footage from this time, prepare for editing. Also, we’re going to set up a permanent base here, and start a new program on the Voice of the Horizon, aimed at the global audience, called... ’Stories from the POW Camp.’

"This... doesn’t seem right, this program is too violent."

The supervisor was sweating while listening. They had just organized a massive brawl; if this continued long-term, with fights every day, it would be unthinkable.

"Hey, the purpose of this program is to shatter the false European paradise in everyone’s minds. If these Europeans were really gentlemen, I wouldn’t be filming this."

One should love concrete people, not abstract people—Brother Dao held to this idea, wanting to tear away the veil of hypocrisy from those with unrealistic fantasies about Europe.

When Europeans joyfully developed the internet economy with live-streaming software, they clearly overlooked one thing.

That is, this software can truly reach every household, delivering a message to everyone’s hands, allowing everyone to voice their own views.

Indeed, they can use algorithms to create echo chambers for groups, trapping them in circles. But when a colossal entity, an unstoppable public knowledge sphere, forcibly breaks into the prison they’ve built to separate the lower classes, bringing the people in cocoons back together.

This is sure to make the entire old world tremble.

Seeing many Europeans on screen being beaten nearly to death, Brother Dao finally said to the supervisor,

"Alright, if anyone really dies, it’ll be a bother for you to clean up, have them stop."

During the shooting of this program, Brother Dao’s crew wouldn’t show up. Very few people knew about this.

What they wanted was this sense of realism.

This was a trick he learned from fellow Night City comrades, reportedly driving many people to death.

Compared to them, Brother Dao isn’t too merciful.

Of course, there’s also a bit of personal emotion in it. Back when Night City conducted a massive sweep of the underground, he found several hit clubs, among which specifically served European clients.

[Point Kill: When entering a chaotic area, someone names a local person they want, and local gangs will capture the person for you, allowing you to torture or molest as you please—a pure black market industry, roughly as shown in "Hostel."]