The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

"Hurry up!"

Lin Weiguo's voice boomed across the deck of the Zhenhai through the loudspeaker.

Fully armed assault boats sliced ​​through the sea, hurtling towards the combined fleet like arrows released from a bow.

The first team to board the Poseidon was the 3rd Company of the Marine Corps. Company Commander Zhao Dabao, a man from Northeast China, stepped onto the aircraft carrier deck with a gun in hand, his eyes wide open, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Wow, this scene is more realistic than anything I've ever seen in a wax museum."

On deck, thousands of American sailors held various poses. Some were running, one foot half a foot off the ground, their facial muscles stretched grotesquely by gravity, yet they remained perfectly still; some had their mouths wide open as if screaming, their tonsils clearly visible; and then there was the unfortunate one whose coffee had spilled from his table, the brown liquid turning into a semi-solid puddle in mid-air, like a floating jelly smeared directly on his face.

The visual impact is too strong.

This is no battlefield; it's clearly a large-scale modern absurdist art exhibition.

"Company commander, what... what do we do?" The new recruit behind him swallowed hard and poked the face of an American soldier in front of him. The touch was hard and unyielding, like poking a rock covered with human skin.

Zhao Dabao slung the gun over his shoulder, pulled a high-strength nylon cable tie from his waist, and chuckled, "What to do? Move it like furniture! The higher-ups said that anything alive, even a mouse, has to be packed up and taken away!"

Thus, one of the most ridiculous and laughable scenes in the history of world warfare unfolded.

What should have been a fierce boarding operation, filled with gunfire and bayonets, turned into a unique "moving party".

The Dragonxia warriors demonstrated an extremely high level of professionalism—specifically, the professionalism of porters.

"One, two, three, go!"

Two soldiers lifted the American soldier who was still "running" in mid-air. Because the soldier was in a lunge charging posture, he took up a lot of space and was very difficult to move.

"This foreigner is really heavy! Did he grow up eating beef?"

"Stop talking nonsense, be careful, don't break his arm. The commander said it has to be intact."

The soldiers complained, but their hands moved quickly. They were like large, irregularly shaped figurines, some lifting the feet, some supporting the head, and if they couldn't handle something, they simply flipped it ninety degrees and stuffed it horizontally into the cage.

The live stream was not interrupted.

This scene was broadcast live around the world through the high-definition camera of the Zhenhai.

The Western internet, which was initially terrified by the "mysterious power," instantly transformed its fear into rage when it saw its own noble soldiers being packaged up like livestock.

The Western media was in an uproar when they saw numerous officers being dragged across the deck by their ankles by Longxia soldiers, their faces rubbing against the anti-slip surface.

The CNN host, disregarding objectivity and neutrality, slammed his fist on the table and roared, "What is this? This is barbarity! This is a violation of human rights! Even prisoners of war deserve basic respect! The Chinese are openly humiliating the civilized world!"

On Twitter, the keyboard warriors who had just been silent have found new targets to attack:

[God, what have they taken our boys for? Cargo?]

[This is too cruel! Look at that soldier, he's clearly terrified, and he's being treated like this! Don't the people of Longxia have any compassion?]

[Strong protest! This is abuse! They must be released immediately, and an apology must be issued to the United States!]

Is this the "land of etiquette" in the East? All I see is barbarity and rudeness!

The domestic commentators weren't going to take this lying down either, and they immediately retaliated:

"Hey, hey, hey, when you were trying to ram us with your boat, where were you to talk about manners?"

This is called "performance art," and I've even thought of a name for it: "Putting the Invaders in a Cage." I suggest applying for UNESCO World Heritage status.

【I think it's very respectful. Look how careful our soldiers are, handling everything gently, afraid of bumping or scratching it. Giving them five stars for this service isn't unreasonable, is it? Besides, how do you know he's a boy? Can't he be biologically male but psychologically female? I'm accusing you of gender discrimination!】

However, the West's "saintly" offensive grew stronger and stronger, and even some "international observers" who appeared out of nowhere began to solemnly cite the Geneva Conventions, attempting to stand on the moral high ground to judge Long Xia.

Just as the public opinion battle was raging, Zhao Dabao's team finally arrived at the command tower.

The door to the command center was forcibly pried open.

The scene inside is absolutely breathtaking.

George Smith, the four-star admiral of the Eagle Federation Navy, was slumped on the control panel in an extremely contorted position. One hand was pressing the red launch button, the other gripping the armrest, his mouth was agape enough to fit a fist, and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

He wanted to roar, to unleash the weapon that would destroy Longxia, but his time was stretched out indefinitely.

In this world of 0.01 meters per second, he was like a clown glued together with cheap glue.

"Is this George?" Zhao Dabao walked over and patted George's well-maintained old face with the barrel of his gun. "He's not much to look at. He doesn't even look as energetic as my second uncle."

"Company commander, this guy's posture is too weird, it's not easy to handle." Several soldiers gathered around, looking troubled.

George's arms were outstretched, making him look like the Chinese character "大" (big), and because his muscles were stiff, he couldn't bend them at all.

"How are we going to get this into the cage? The door isn't that wide."

Zhao Dabao stroked his chin, circled George twice, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Idiot! Turn him to the side, shove it in at an angle! If it still doesn't go in, take off his belt and tie his hands to his stomach!"

So, under the gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers, the once arrogant General George was like a turkey waiting to be slaughtered, being pressed to the ground and tied up tightly. Because his mouth was so wide open, a kind soldier, fearing his jaw might dislocate, thoughtfully stuffed a gun-cleaning cloth inside and sealed it tightly with tape.

That sense of humiliation was a million times worse than being killed.

Although George's body was paralyzed, his mind was still functioning. He watched helplessly as he was lifted up like a package, and through his lifeless eyes, he could even see the disgust on the faces of the Longxia soldiers.

He screamed wildly in his mind, but unfortunately, no sound could be heard from the outside world.

……

"Barbaric! This is a regression of civilization!"

In the BBC's live broadcast studio, experts expressed their outrage, stating, "Commander Longsha must be held accountable! By publicizing this humiliation of prisoners of war, they are challenging the bottom line of all human society!"

This kind of argument is very popular, and even some public intellectuals and influential figures abroad have started to stir up trouble, posting articles implying "forgive and forget" and "a great power should have the demeanor of a great power."

On the bridge of the Zhenhai, Lin Weiguo listened to the communications officer's report on online public opinion and sneered.

"Courtesy? Talking about courtesy to a robber? Are you out of your mind?"

He straightened his military uniform, picked up the microphone again, and faced the camera.

The old general, who had been laughing and joking, suddenly turned cold and murderous with a chilling expression.