I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 484 - 482

"Aren't each of you ready to embrace death? Aren't you all made of iron bones with your military souls aflame? Then I suppose these clothes shouldn't matter much to you, should they?" The Commander, too, was doing this for the first time, his smile gradually becoming twisted.

As a military man, he actually despised using such tactics; after all, soldiers could be killed but not humiliated. If they fell into the enemy's hands, it would be better to be executed publicly in such clothing than to live in disgrace.

But the moment they thought of the lands that had been taken away, of the people who had been displaced by the war, these mental burdens suddenly disappeared.

Seeing these outfits, the prisoners of war went berserk. They started to struggle violently, fearing not only for their own loss of face but also that their forces would become the laughing stock of the world. What was this—a cross-dressing squad?

However, their struggle was in vain. Several Tambat warriors swarmed them, relishing the rare opportunity to dress someone in women's clothing—miss this village, miss this shop.

They quickly stripped the prisoners naked and dressed them in the prepared women's clothing.

"Makeup artists!" the Commander shouted, "Give them makeup, darken the blush, and use 'Death Barbie Pink' for the lipstick!"

Half an hour later, these iron-boned soldiers had transformed into drag queens. At that moment, the journalists went crazy; such an interesting scene was definitely international news!

"Click! Click!" Flashes and shutters flickered continuously, and some people even started setting up live broadcast links on the spot—they were actually going to stream it live! This was indeed killing by crushing spirits!

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As for those soldiers who had changed into women's clothing, they lost their proud, commanding presence and hung their heads, not even daring to exchange glances with their comrades. This was too damn humiliating!

"Huaxia's military strategies are indeed amazing!" Looking at the completely transformed prisoners from Brahma Country, the Commander glanced at the "Thirty-Six Moves of The Saucy Pig" in his hand, "I wonder which brilliant Huaxia military strategist could devise such a tactic to attack the mind—this is just the first move, and it has already shattered their military spirit!"

The Commander's face was uncontrollably filled with admiration and awe; they couldn't have thought of such a method.

Such a public execution made the prisoners wish they could die on the spot, but their hands and feet were all restrained, and a specially made device in their mouths prevented them from biting their tongues and committing suicide. This was their first experience of not being able to live or die as they wished.

To put it succinctly, the damage was minimal, but the humiliation was extreme!

This scene was witnessed not only by the Tambat warriors and journalists but also by the people of Brahma Country.

"General, they..."

"What's wrong?" General Pratt looked worried, "Is there a problem at the front? Are they slaughtering our prisoners?"

"No... not that... You should see for yourself," the soldier's mouth twitched, his expression evasive; he really couldn't bring himself to say it!

Pratt pulled up the front-line footage, and the instant he saw it, his blood pressure doubled.

Were these still their Brahma Country warriors? What the hell was that bunny girl in high heels and black stockings? And what monster was wearing a pink dress? Was this cosplay? Cross-dressing was bad enough, but makeup too?

Not only that, a few speakers nearby were playing a bizarrely catchy tune.

"Come on, have fun, there's still plenty of time~"

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Pratt's face changed colors like he was poisoned, turning fiery hot with shame. It was utterly humiliating!

"General, the Tambat people even sent something from the front line for you."

"What is it?"

"We haven't opened it, but we've checked it, and it's not dangerous." The soldier handed over a box.

"Hmph!" Pratt tore open the box, and when he saw what was inside, his blood pressure shot up again, blood rushing to his head, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, passing out on the spot.

"General! General!" A crowd of soldiers quickly gathered around and rushed Pratt to the hospital.

Out of curiosity, someone took out the contents of the box, which contained a white blouse, a violet JK skirt, a pair of white knee-high socks, and a pair of black women's leather shoes...

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That day, a very special live broadcast appeared on an international channel, hosted on a unique streaming platform created by a tech god named Okwa. He established the site using special methods, creating an independent site that no government could control unless someone with superior tech skills could hack into it.

On this platform, many people streamed unspeakable content for profit, since no one could regulate them, and countless viewers were interested in watching. Okwa made a fortune from the subscription fees of the platform's members.

Just minutes before, the platform had been hacked for the first time since its creation, and even the platform's coding had been altered. All the streams were shut down, except for one, which showed a live broadcast of the front line where Tambat and Brahma Country converged!

Originally, the website visitors were very angry. They were all paying members, and this was what they were given to watch?

But when they saw the content of the livestream, everyone went crazy. Wasn't this much more thrilling than those other things? The livestream attracted the attention of countless people instantly, and the news spread far and wide, causing numerous netizens to start bypassing internet restrictions.

"Wasn't it said this website required a membership for $200 a year? How'd I get in directly?"

"Didn't you hear? Some big shot cracked it this morning. Probably all the code has been changed!"

"No way, someone hacks the site not to make money?"

"Damn, 24 million viewers? Are these numbers for real?"

"A channel can handle 24 million people and not lag? Must be fake data, right?"

"Isn't this too many comments? Are they all bots?"

The livestream had started the moment the captives were brought up, and netizens from around the world were interacting through the comments.

"Isn't this the battlefield between Tambat and Brahma Country?"

"Damn, they're not really livestreaming a war prisoner massacre, are they? That would totally violate international humanitarian spirit, right?"

"Someone's coming over in women's clothes!"

"Holy crap, I've seen that lo-dress before; my girlfriend just bought one recently, it cost over 2000 Huaxia dollars!"

"Bloody hell, bunny girl outfits? And Harley Quinn's clothes? JK skirts?"

"Damn, what are they up to?"

"Guys, I've got a wild idea!"

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A few minutes later, the comments exploded with laughter, "hahahaha", and suddenly, over 100 burly men transformed into cross-dressing divas—a sight too glorious to behold, especially with that music playing.

"I heard Brahma Country got beaten so bad yet didn't surrender. Is this Tambat's psychological warfare? Hahaha! How can I not split my sides laughing?"

"Stop making me laugh; I just had hemorrhoids surgery yesterday, and I swear my stitches are about to burst."

"What kind of devilish tactic is this? It's crazy, pandas are almost starving to death, who the hell came up with this?"

"You hear this BGM? Isn't this 'Itchy'? Could it be some Huaxia person's idea? Tambat recently opened a special reception travel route to Huaxia people, all expenses paid upon arrival; maybe they're the ones giving Tambat ideas?"

"This is just a massive scene of social death!"

"Hahaha, you guys didn't just hack a game; maybe you should just escape Earth tonight!"

"I suggest you all head directly to Mars. No one on Mars will recognize you, and no one will laugh at you!"

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