Christian Chronicles (Complete) - 8

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Chapter Four: The

Principality of Ziga, Antarctica… Alim murmured the name. Not long ago, it was a forbidden name, because the government didn't recognize Ziga's independence, always referring to it as "the Third District attempting independence." But suddenly, everyone stopped using that name; it was already too long for most people to use.

The reason for this was that no one considered the people of Ziga part of the Federation anymore, but rather as an enemy nation and its people.

"Three billion people have already died, isn't that enough?"

"But letting those who died go to waste! Isn't that going too far?"

"Sigh!"

Some say history is a farce, because contemporary politics is a farce. But for those living in reality, facing the approaching flames of war, it's a farce that's both laughable and pathetic!

"I really regret joining the army now!"

"What can you do, Alim? The army is meant to house the unemployed."

"Using the army to solve employment problems, plus a century of peace, no wonder we lost to the Self-Defense Forces, don't you think?"

"If the war continues, we might one day have to go to the battlefield ourselves."

Her roommate's helpless words made Alim feel even more dejected. If only she had studied harder during her student days, otherwise, if there hadn't been a war...

"Yes! I've booked a line for private communication. May I ask you to go for a walk outside?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm going to talk to Major General Stewart! Ah... isn't he from the Space Force?"

"Hmm!"

"Then he still..."

"We agreed to contact each other today after the last battle."

"He'll be fine, don't worry!"

Her roommate, looking somber, sadly left. The survival rate in the Battle of Loom was less than 20%.

"Phew!"

Staring at the computer screen, Alim's heart was filled with worry. Today she planned to communicate with three people: her father, Stewart, and Christian. Of them, only her father would definitely be there. As for the other two...

The gentle, considerate, mature, and steady Major General Stewart was not only young and promising but also always generously gave her gifts. Although she understood the meaning behind men giving gifts to women, she still couldn't help but accept his.

In contrast, she talked about everything with Christian, even private matters like masturbation—since they were people she'd never actually met.

But perhaps this was the retribution for being two-timing; having to worry about two men at the same time was divine punishment!

"Dad!"

"Oh! Alim, wait a minute. Have the deputy manager handle those matters. My daughter called."

"Alright, Alim, are you alright?"

"I'm fine! But... everyone's uneasy. The thought of the horrors of war makes everyone's heartbroken."

"There's nothing we can do about it! You should apply for discharge immediately! Staying in the military is too dangerous."

"This..."

"What 'this'? I only let you join the military because I never thought there would actually be a war. People die in war, and I don't want to send my only daughter to her death! Can't you understand your father's good intentions?"

"I understand!"

Although she reluctantly agreed, Alim had no intention of resigning. Retiring at this time would be betraying all her comrades. She couldn't do it. Besides, the military wouldn't release someone at a time when they need manpower.

"That's good!"

"Now that the war has finally started, and the space fleet has been almost completely wiped out, the Federal government will definitely have a lot of orders for my company. I'll arrange a position for you in the company!"

"Dad, you're telling your daughter to retire while you're running a huge arms business. What kind of nonsense is that?"

"Are you lecturing your father?"

"The Federal Army recruits soldiers voluntarily. What's wrong with letting those who want to fight fight? Besides, this war we're fighting is a sacred and just war of national defense. Dad is just upholding patriotism while trying to make a living. You..."

"I'll talk about it next time!"

Before her father could finish speaking, Alim abruptly ended the call.

"Are all adults like Dad?"

Alim felt a lump in her throat, her eyeliner fading as she thought about crying again. Was society and adults all this dark? War inevitably kills people. But as long as it wasn't their own family members who died, they supported starting a war.

But she herself…

Alim, a girl soldier who joined the army just to survive, felt increasingly disgusted with herself, slowly becoming a detestable adult.

"Because I'm already half a detestable adult. That's why I'm dating two people at the same time, two-timing them!"

she said self-deprecatingly, her resentment growing. Therefore, she chose Stewart as her next contact.

"Stewart. You..."

"Ha! It's nothing, nothing, just a few scrapes."

"Are you really alright?"

"Yes!"

Stewart smiled faintly, but apart from the bandage on his head, he had been hit in six places all over his body by shards. Although it wasn't a serious injury, the pain made him irritable all day. It was only when he saw Alim that he could relax the tension in his chest.

"I'm so glad you're alright! I was so afraid you'd died in battle."

"I came back alive. I even prevented the self-defense colony satellite from crashing, but I lost the vast majority of my men. I'm such an incompetent person!"

"How can you be incompetent? You fought bravely to the very end through each crushing defeat. Just surviving is enough."

"Thank you!"

The ensuing conversation revolved around the war, their views on the battle situation, and the extent of the damage. War, war, endless war—these thoughts fueled Alim's growing anxiety. How long would this war last? What she wanted most wasn't communication through a screen; if that were the case, Christian would suffice.

What Alim wanted was a real person who could comfort her and be by her side. But when asked if he had any leave, Stewart replied,

"I'm sorry! I really want to come back, but you know the situation. And even if I had leave, I can't leave here. I can't abandon my men. It's all for protecting the Earth, protecting you."

"Sigh! It's always like this..."

The third person then spoke. She'd heard the Self-Defense Forces had won a great victory, so Christian should be alright. With a touch of apprehension, Alim answered Christian's call. He should be able to receive it if he was in his home country or at the fortress. Five minutes later,

"Alim..."

The two remained silent, hesitant to speak. Alim thought about how she had scolded Christian last time, and felt a pang of sadness. A barrier seemed to have formed between the two who used to talk about everything; for a moment, she had something to say but dared not speak.

As for Christian, considering his own identity, he was even more at a loss. If he wanted to apologize, no amount of apology could absolve him of the violence he had committed to protect himself. Moreover, he was currently living by evading responsibility; only by shifting the blame upwards could he escape the abyss of self-reproach. Apologizing again would be tantamount to admitting his responsibility, wouldn't it?

"Last time... I'm sorry... I said such awful things."

"No! It's not your fault at all."

"Is everything alright on your end?"

"Um... um..."

Christian couldn't bring himself to say anything while his companions were celebrating their great victory.

"I'm really annoyed here!"

Alim said quietly.

"Men are always talking about war, war, and about launching a revenge war. Some of them even went so far as to say that they would fight to the bitter end even if the earth were destroyed."

"We're all human, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

Seeing Alim's sorrowful appearance, Christian felt a pang of heartache, and the one causing his lover, who only existed on the screen, such pain was none other than himself.

"Is morale high in the unit?"

"Hmm! Everyone was slacking off, but suddenly everyone is rushing to train. I don't even know what to do."

Christian was quite surprised, thinking that the Federation's morale would collapse.

"Of course! How can any human not be outraged by the slaughter of billions of our comrades? And... and you want to drop a colony satellite on Earth? Isn't that trying to exterminate humanity?" "

No, it's not like that!"

"We didn't mean to. Originally... originally we wanted to crash the colony satellite into the Federation Army headquarters in Jatura. That was a purely military target!"

"But there are millions of military dependents and ordinary workers alone. Is that also considered a purely military target?"

As she spoke, Alim's accusatory tone grew increasingly harsh.

"Please don't talk about this anymore, okay?"

"Ugh!"

"Christian, you love to run away!

" "I..."

"Me too. If only we could forget all of this, how long will this war last! How many more people have to die!"

Alim wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice choked with sobs.

Christian, who had wanted to comfort her, wondered if he had the right to. And after hearing Alim's words, he couldn't help but doubt whether the war would really end anytime soon.

The victorious side wanted to stop, but would the defeated side be willing?

Christian asked himself in his heart, if it was him, not the Federation army, who was slaughtered, his home destroyed, and his comrades killed one after another, the answer would be...

to fight this war to the death, to eliminate the enemy, and to wash away all hatred with blood.

"My best friend applied to be transferred to the front lines. I'm so sad! And the money I saved up to see you again has been lost to the victims of the war. They're suffering so much."

Other independence enthusiasts might say it's the Federation's fault, retribution for trying to prevent their independence. But Christian couldn't say that, nor could he accept it. It was a selfish idea built on the sacrifice of countless lives.

Now, every time he thinks about it, he regrets joining the army more than ever before.

"It's alright! I'm still saving up. I'll cover your share!"

"But even if we save up enough, will we still be able to meet? The entire Earth Sphere is engulfed in war. Is there any peace left?"

"By the time we save up enough, the war should be over."

"If we're still alive then. And I received the Christmas present you gave me last time."

"Look..."

The doll in Alim's hand was made by Christian after taking her photo to a doll shop.

"Do you like it?"

Christian received a shake of the head.

"I feel so guilty. Others might have lost everything, even living in hell on earth. But I can wear pretty clothes during my holidays, I have my parents at home, I don't have to worry about making a living, and I have friends who like me. This blessing seems too extravagant!"

"Anyway, thank you, Christian."

Looking at the sorrowful eyes on the screen, Christian really wanted to bridge the million miles between them and hold Alim tightly in his arms. The relationship

with Lisna was even more heavy, and Yoko's maturity created an unspeakable safe distance; talking to Alim, who was the same age, should have been more enjoyable.

Christian slowly began to feel hatred for this damned war.

"Alim, take the initiative to contact me!"

"I will."

"Because I'm afraid you'll hate me, hate me for being the enemy. I'm afraid you'll reject me..."

"I know, I was wrong last time. Christian is Christian, you're my boyfriend!"

That's true. But for couples who can't see each other in person, breaking up at any time, or one secretly having another lover, is not surprising at all. In fact, no one has confidence in their future.

Will this war bring them closer or drive them apart?

The television is repeatedly showing footage of the Royal Navy's consecutive victories, but of course, it has been artificially modified. The footage only shows Federation warships and fighter jets being sunk one by one. Those who only look at these images would not only think it's a one-sided victory for the Self-Defense Forces, but would also not perceive any losses whatsoever.

However, after repeated battles, the Self-Defense Forces have lost nearly a third of their personnel and ships.

The only thing that could be considered a loss is the scene of high-ranking officials visiting the wounded in the hospital, but all of them were only lightly wounded. Moreover, whenever they face the media, they invariably declare with righteous indignation that they are not afraid of losing their lives for the country.

"Are they treating us all like idiots?!"

Christian threw Jacobson's beer can heavily onto the television in the restaurant.

"You brat! I haven't finished my drink yet."

"What's all the noise about! Anyway, you're responsible for Liz's living expenses, so what's the big deal if you pay a little more?"

The two scoundrels then openly started fighting.

"Our ship sustained only minor damage, but we were hit several times, and more than ten people were killed or wounded!"

Yoko sighed as she watched the scene.

This was a complete denial of the price they had paid for the war!

"Whatever! The war is over now!"

Hans shoveled handfuls of snacks into his mouth, making one wonder if his stomach was directly below his mouth, with no esophagus at all.

For those who had survived the battle, the government's practice of reporting only good news for propaganda purposes was truly unacceptable. If it weren't for the fact that the brutal war had come to an end, who could bear it?

"Ah! Reiber."

The person appearing on the screen was a Federal Army general, a veteran with not only high seniority and prestige in the military, but also a bold and far-sighted leader who advocated for vigilance and self-defense. Even such an outstanding and renowned person has been captured, so everyone naturally thinks the Federation is hopeless.

"Such a stone face, not a single expression."

"That guy's just playing dead!"

"It seems the government is planning to invade Earth!"

"It's propaganda. They're just being crazy."

It's no wonder the officers and soldiers thought this way. A nation of one billion people, having not only declared war on a federation with ten billion people and narrowly won, was now proposing a ground invasion of the Earth, which still had three billion people, abandoning its initiative. No normal person would believe the government was serious.

"The government is insane."

"The government is an institution, not a person, how can it be insane!" "

Then all government leaders are insane."

Such audacious anti-government remarks were openly uttered, reflecting not only their strong internal cohesion and lack of fear of being reported, but also their dissatisfaction with the war!

Although the war was won, the cost was staggering. Moreover, methods like using poison gas to massacre space colonists or dropping colony satellites as bombs on Earth are simply outrageous!

"The Federation probably won't dare continue the war!"

"Ah! Miss Yoko, you seem to know that Lisna quite well."

"No! We're not that close!"

Faced with Hans's question, Miss Yoko blushed deeply. A twenty-seven-year-old man, having developed a lesbian relationship with a female prisoner more than five years younger than herself. Even with Christian involved, she still felt incredibly perverted.

"Could I ask you to include my snacks in her allowance? I heard Jacobson pays for them, might as well spend them!"

"This..."

"Go to hell! Traitor."

Jacobson, who was wrestling with Christian, rushed back and gave this subordinate, who was deliberately trying to embezzle his money, a heavy blow.

In the end, it even turned into a boxing match on the ship.

The situation of internal military discipline was quite serious, and Yoko couldn't help but think that if the Federation refused to negotiate and the war continued, who could withstand this blow?

Lieutenant Inger stared at Captain Wild Wolf on the command post. To her, she had never imagined that there would be such a soldier.

They disregarded general discipline and military regulations, allowing their subordinates on board to read pornography while working, and some even openly harassed her. The soldiers swore, were disheveled, and covered in unsightly and disgusting tattoos.

To Lieutenant Eng, who was in charge of special forces training at the military academy, soldiers like these would die a horrible death on their first day under her command. Her men, given her orders, were forbidden from eating or drinking; they would rather die of thirst than eat or drink.

What she found most unbelievable was that these soldiers were stronger than her own elite troops. This time, she wasn't transferred alone; she brought a special forces company with her. Provoked by the lousy soldiers under Wild Wolf's command, she deliberately arranged a training exercise. However, in the clash between the two classes, her men were defeated, with many suffering minor injuries. This was even with the enemy holding back, which was unbelievable.

"Inge, do you plan to rest on my bed for a bit?"

Inge was too lazy to answer Wild Wolf's usual ramblings, which he repeated at least once every hour.

"Refugee ship spotted ahead."

"Oh!"

"Good! Zoom in."

Wild Wolf and Inge both looked at the main screen on the bridge, which displayed a fleet heading towards the Principality of Self-Protection.

"Six ships, that's a lot! Judging by the tonnage, they're carrying over ten thousand people."

"Make contact and tell them we want to join!"

With Wild Wolf's order, the communications soldier casually stripped off his uniform, grabbed a civilian astronaut's uniform from a nearby pile of debris, changed into it with lightning speed, and then contacted the other side. These normally foul-mouthed scoundrels were now surprisingly polite and courteous in their conversation.

Inger knew these were men honed in real combat; there was no useless stuff here. Anything unnecessary was discarded, even if it was military regulations. This couldn't have been formed in just half a month. How could such a unit have existed even in peacetime? What was the reason?

"Heh! The captain and his men have taken the bait."

"Good! We'll attack when they ask us for supplies. No killing this time, but anyone who dares to resist will be severely punished."

"Wait, Captain Wild Wolf, why are we attacking the refugee ship?"

"What's so surprising? Miss Inge, I'm just following the plan."

"Nonsense! That's not the plan at all."

"Are you an idiot? The previous plan was just to fool you and put on a show for our superiors. Otherwise, if they betrayed us, we'd be dead."

"Unauthorized changes to the operation—"

"Shut up! I only listen to women in bed!"

"Haha! The captain only listens to women's moans in bed, doesn't he?" A soldier on the bridge lewdly interjected.

"I'm a rank above you, and all my men are my men. Who here do you think will listen to you?"

As planned, Wild Wolf and Inger's men would each board two civilian ships, disguised as refugees, to infiltrate the Self-Defense Force. Inger, who was supposed to be with his men, was instead ordered by Wild Wolf to have his own men from the same squad board the same ship.

"Then why attack the civilian ships?"

"Not attack, but disguise!"

"Do you think the Self-Defense Force would fall for a refugee ship made up entirely of men?"

"..."

"So of course we need to find some women and children as backup."

"You're deliberately involving civilians."

"Ha! Civilians, those who flee to the Self-Defense Principality aren't exactly good people."

In fact, after the colony satellite crash, the so-called space colonists had been divided into three categories. First, citizens of the Principality of Self-Protection; second, citizens of the Federal Republic from the unattacked lunar surface and the neutral Sixth District; they can be considered sympathizers of Self-Protection and accomplices in mutual exploitation; third, those who escaped the massacre and those who had temporarily reached Earth and the Moon.

The first and third groups are now mortal enemies. The refugees, being among the third group, likely chose to flee to Self-Protection because they had sympathized with it and supported the independence of space colonists before the war. On one hand, they were betrayed by Self-Protection and nearly died in the massacre; on the other hand, they were hated by other refugees because of their past stance. Therefore, as dogs abandoned by Self-Protection, they still had to defect to it.

The subsequent events proceeded extremely smoothly, except for several young male refugees who attempted to resist and were severely wounded. Wolf took control of one of the ships and presented it to the others as a merchant vessel carrying food.

After the massacre, with no destination and the ship's owner dead, the pro-independence captain decided to sail to the Principality of Self-Defense. He generously agreed to give the ship's food to other refugee ships and even offered the ship to other refugees.

In this way, Wolf successfully blended into the refugee community.

"Captain Wolf has received good news."

"Oh! Show it to us."

The bridge's screen displayed a special news report from the Principality of Self-Defense.

"Gentlemen, yesterday, a patrol ship of the Strategic Space Force intercepted a vessel disguised as a refugee ship, intending to infiltrate our country. After a firefight on board, a company of Federation special forces was killed and captured. Our losses were very minor, and the documents we seized indicate that the Federation's intention was to target Admiral Reibell, the Federation fleet commander who was previously captured in Loom."

"This can be described as the Federation's last foolish struggle. They fail to recognize the strength of our loyal and brave soldiers, and still attempt to use force to obstruct the correct future of independent space colonists. Corrupt Federation government and people, you should quickly recognize the facts and stop the war!"

"Ah! Did they succeed? But the Self-Defense Force's news is utterly lacking in quality, completely biased. They only care about propaganda; it's unwatchable!"

"Captain! Our government also regulates news dissemination; compared to the Self-Defense Force, we're just as bad."

"Hmm! That's right, nothing else, right? If not, keep watching the striptease news. If it weren't for the beautiful female reporters reading while stripping naked, who could bear to read those silent news reports!"

Wild Wolf and his men continued watching the obscene news, but Lieutenant Inger felt as if he had fallen into a hell of ice and fire.

The troops he had painstakingly trained over the years had all been... Inger's heart was bleeding; his men had all been wiped out by his own protection.

"Enough! You bunch of scum, I've had enough. Over a hundred comrades have died, and you can still keep watching pornographic news."

His voice was uneven, his eyes brimming with tears, and his usually cold and arrogant expression was twisted in pain. How sorrowful and grief-stricken his eyes were!

"Is this your first day in the army? Or haven't you killed anyone yet? War is a game of life and death, a bloodbath. If you can't handle losing, don't embarrass yourself here."

"You..."

"Success always requires sacrifice, doesn't it? Doesn't it?"

"But..."

Faced with the menacing wolf, Inge, though deeply distressed, had no choice but to accept this reality. Indeed, this was the principle she believed in as a soldier, but when one truly faces it, the situation is entirely different.

"Ha! It's much simpler if you understand."

"Then I'll be blunt. To ensure our successful infiltration, the best way is to sacrifice some people to lower the guard's guard's guard's guard. So, I released a little intelligence, so after the guard eliminates your men, we can use this gap to increase our chances of successfully infiltrating the guard."

"You...you mean they were discovered by the guard because you betrayed them?"

"Don't say that! Soldiers of this caliber would have been discovered anyway. It's better than them messing things up while I'm on my way." "

Bastard!"

No matter how rational Inge was, she couldn't stand this kind of person. How could he, how could he sacrifice a force that others had trained with all their might?

She immediately raised one leg and drew her gun to her thigh.

But Wild Wolf was no pushover either. The moment Inge made a move, he launched a punch.

Facing the fierce and swift blow, Inge immediately turned and retreated.

Wild Wolf, hooked around the captain's chair, swept his leg to intercept her landing point.

The two exchanged blows quickly, and Inge, at a disadvantage, floated into the air.

Extremely unwilling to give up, she finally managed to pull her pistol from the holster on her thigh. But Wild Wolf was no longer in front of her.

"Don't be nervous, Lieutenant, put down your gun!"

Only then did Inge realize that Wild Wolf had hidden behind a soldier's chair, using it as cover, and pointing his pistol at her. Half of the men on the bridge had already drawn their guns and pointed them at her, while the others continued doing their work as if nothing had happened, as if they were certain that Wild Wolf would be able to deal with her.

"You've never killed anyone, have you? All the idiots who come out of military academy are like this."

"So-called soldiers are devils who will sacrifice any life to achieve their mission. But you can't even handle a hundred deaths? If you really wanted to kill me, you shouldn't have drawn your gun immediately. You should have looked for another opportunity and quietly finished me off with a sniper shot. You'll see what a hell the battlefield is like once you're out of danger. You won't come back alive unless you become the most terrifying and vicious demon on the battlefield."

"Can you shoot?"

Inge pointed the gun at him! His eyes were filled with hatred. This devil!

"You think I wouldn't dare kill you? Lieutenant Inger, it's not that I wouldn't. It's just that I can't bear to right now, and there's no need. But if necessary, I'll kill anyone!"

Wild Wolf's voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely resolute and filled with a demonic quality. He was definitely a devil who meant what he said. Although the angry Inger was overwhelmed by his imposing manner, she was determined to testify against him before the chiefs—this bastard who dared to sacrifice friendly forces.

Wild Wolf's thorough preparations, coupled with the lethargy that permeated the Self-Defense Forces after the fierce battle, gave him an opportunity.

Moreover, the Self-Defense Force, which was short of fuel at the time, initially increased its vigilance upon receiving the Federation's special forces dispatched to rescue Reibel. However, after successfully annihilating the rescue team, its alert level was lowered again.

Another point is that the Self-Defense Force, in its desire for propaganda, released a large amount of information about Reibel's capture. While not exhaustive, it was enough for Wild Wolf to use this information to speculate and judge the Self-Defense Force's plans.

First, Wild Wolf successfully got the refugee ship into the dual-use military-civilian colony satellite where Reibel was being held captive.

Despite this, he did not contact local Federation intelligence agencies, considering that infiltrating enemy intelligence networks often leads to entanglements between friend and foe. The Self-Defense Forces absolutely suspect the existence of counter-espionage agents within the federal intelligence system, so to maintain absolute security, the Wild Wolf has no intention of relying on others.

Secondly, there's the impact of the arms race; the Self-Defense Forces face immense pressure regarding military spending. Having advanced technology doesn't guarantee the ability to install and utilize it. Saving where possible is a key principle of the Self-Defense Forces' finances.

Because there are no strong dissident organizations within the Self-Defense Forces, although there are prisons for political prisoners, these prisoners are mostly weak and bookish individuals. Therefore, the security level in these prisons specifically for political prisoners is extremely low, far worse than that of prisons holding serious criminals.

General Reibell, a renowned figure, couldn't be treated like an ordinary soldier, confined in a hastily emptied warehouse-converted prison. Ultimately, he was imprisoned in a bus prison specifically for political prisoners.

In the following days, Wild Wolves' men, utilizing the colony's cylindrical shape, repeatedly probed the prison from the opposite direction using reflecting telescopes, sonar, heat sensors, radio waves, and small drones. Simultaneously, they devised a plan for a direct assault and an escape route!

Although Inge was filled with rage, military orders were paramount. Faced with such a crucial operation, she could only settle scores with Wild Wolves upon returning to the Federation.

What's even more hateful is that bastard Wild Wolf. While his subordinates were preparing, he was busy seducing women everywhere. The worst part was that he abducted a policewoman to be his sex slave, training her every day.

"You lewd beast, I don't care how promiscuous you are, don't you know that doing this will arouse the vigilance of the police?" "

Wrong! On the contrary, a missing police officer is just a normal crime, and I deliberately created a diversion when abducting her. The police officers will think it's just a normal criminal case, which will distract them from their manpower and resources."

After hearing this, Inge was furious but helpless against this lewd beast.

After several days of preparation, Wild Wolf finally decided to make his move.

"This prison isn't exactly difficult to deal with, but the Self-Defense Forces have deployed a whole battalion here, while we only have a reinforced company—half the number they have. The rest of our men have to prepare for an escape, so we can't use them for other tasks."

"The operation will proceed as follows: cut off all wired communication between the prison and other locations. We will use computers to send fake messages to spoof their scheduled communications, but even then, we can only deceive them for a maximum of one hour. However, if we can seize the prison's communications room, we can deceive them for another four or five hours. We will use a small Mistral particle scattering machine to cut off their wireless communications, completely isolating the prison."

"The second step is to send men to infiltrate through the outer wall. Launch a surprise attack through this passage and seize the main control room. This absolutely must succeed! Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to launch a direct assault. For this, we've prepared four 155mm cannons and one 205mm rocket launcher. A direct assault will definitely succeed, but our underhanded dealings will be exposed. Escape?"

Wild Wolf's men burst into loud, lewd laughter.

"Good! The third step, if we capture the main control room, will be easy. As rehearsed, we'll disguise ourselves as a convoy transporting prisoners and infiltrate. Simultaneously, we'll launch a surprise attack and seize the prison in one fell swoop."

"Lieutenant Inger, you're responsible for arresting Warden Major Regina. Success or failure is extremely important to our escape, understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"If you fail, you'll replace her."

"What do you mean?"

The wolf's eyes gleamed with lewd intent as he stared at Inger, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"This is punishment. I'll only tell you if you fail! So you'd better not fail."

"Watch yourself! I'm afraid you're all talk and no action, but when you encounter an enemy, you turn into a coward."

"Alright! Remember, time is of the essence. Not a second can be wasted. The sooner the better!"

The wolf spoke with a lewd grin, his malicious intent blatantly obvious.

"Then it's time. Depart in fifteen minutes!"

"Huff..." A low, painful gasp.

The whip cracked against the body with a "crack!"

"General Reiber is really a tough nut to crack! Doesn't he have any intention of cooperating with our army at all?"

"It was just a few lashes! I... I treated it like a scratch."

"Heh... then let's continue. I won't let you fall asleep! People talk about the charm of middle-aged men; General Reiber certainly has the charm of an old man!"

Whether it's the charm of an old man depends on the woman; perhaps she really would appreciate it!

Reiber was only wearing a vest, tied to an iron frame on the wall. His body was covered in red welts and drenched in sweat. But although he was already in his thirties, his resolute gaze showed no sign of yielding.

"Hehe! General, the Federation will surrender soon. You old man, why are you wasting your time?"

Major Regina, who was in charge of the interrogation, was wearing a red military uniform. Her long hair was neatly styled and shiny, and her charming face was so mature and beautiful.

"General, you're different from ordinary political prisoners. It's pointless to interrogate you one question at a time. It's best to ask you to cooperate and confess willingly. So, I have plenty of time to play with you. In fact, if you're willing to agree, we're prepared to give you the rank of lieutenant general. Ah! And one more thing, this is personal, I like tough guys the most. If you hold out for a month before surrendering, I'll spend a night with you, General. Even if you want to play sadomasochistic games, I'll definitely oblige."

Her smile was seductive and alluring; she was truly a femme fatale. She handed the whip to Reiber, pressing it against his captivating body. His tall figure and full, shapely breasts were irresistibly alluring.

"You underestimate me."

"Not at all! If you gave in in three or five days, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the General's reputation? Heh! One month, as long as the General's lower body is still intact for a month, I guarantee you'll give in."

"Don't even mention one month, I won't give in even a year!"

"What do you think I'm doing whipping you for, General? Just for fun, right? I never thought I could get a confession from you like this."

Those hungry eyes were saying "I want you," and her slightly licked lips made her undeniably a captivating slut. But her slutness was restrained and subtle, not an open and blatant temptation, but a slutness that ignited the most primal desires within a person. A month of sexual hunger and ignited lust was enough to set off desires that could destroy all reason. To this day, aside from impotent men, no woman has ever escaped Major Regina's interrogation.

More importantly, she could change her image depending on her opponent. There was no information she couldn't get out of her.

"Hmm… I just worked up a good sweat from exercising! It just so happens to be my time for a bath and beauty treatment. In a bit, you'll admire my fragrant bathrobe. Let me also see how virile the General's lower body is. Hehe!"

After casting a seductive glance, she left with an ambiguous smile and turned to walk away.

Inside a prison cell, the ventilation iron window was dissolved by strong acid. Then, in the pitch-black corridor, six spheres resembling prisms but equipped with propellers were launched. These spheres, each containing a miniature computer, flew close to the ceiling, heading straight for the main control room door of the security system. Upon impact, the spheres exploded, creating six holes and releasing hypnotic gas and intense light.

The soldiers in the control room were blinded by the sudden flash of light and unable to move; before they could react, they collapsed to the ground. Then, federal soldiers, with ghostly speed, burst through the windows, advancing rapidly down the corridor.

"Ah!"

The self-defense soldiers appearing in the corridor had no time to react before being pierced by nearly ten incredibly sharp throwing knives. Crimson blood stained the self-defense force's green uniforms.

A flash of the saber, and a head was severed. Wild Wolf's men were certain to kill anyone they wanted; the soldiers then carried the bodies and continued their rapid advance. The last men at the rear forcefully cleaned away the blood. Once inside the main control room, the soldiers coldly finished off each sleeping enemy with a bullet, adding another bloody hole to their bodies; the enemy stepped from sleep into eternal slumber.

"Good! Main control room captured. Move out!"

Three self-defense military vehicles drove away from the road littered with corpses.

In the ambush, Wild Wolf's forces had destroyed the real prison van convoy. They had seized the prisoners and the real documents; the military vehicles had been modified beforehand, appearing identical to the self-defense vehicles.

The three military vehicles and the corpses scattered on the road were indeed there.

"Blow up those three vehicles, push the bodies down the mountain, and destroy all evidence."

Wild Wolf, preparing to reenact the Trojan Horse, hummed happily in the vehicle. It was a little tune he had composed himself, inspired by the lewd moans of women.

Soon, the three prison vans and fifty federal soldiers in self-defense uniforms arrived at the prison gates. Except for the ten who had infiltrated the control room beforehand, the rest of the men had already taken their positions. Excluding the twenty who were prepared to bombard the prison, the rest were ready to storm in at any moment.

Wild Wolf's men, who had previously resembled a gang of thugs, were now like a group of iron men, their faces serious and hard, every movement as precise as a machine.

"Sigh! So much work to do."

As soon as he arrived, Wild Wolf strode out with the documents in hand.

"Bringing in the prisoner! Check and accept him."

"Thank you for your hard work."

The soldier at the gate accepted the documents without a second thought. Wild Wolf was so nonchalant; his relaxed and lazy attitude made the soldier completely unaware of any suspicion. Especially the soldier who hadn't diligently checked the documents, completely oblivious to the fact that the documents and the prisoner were real, while the soldier and the vehicle were fake.

"We need to check the prisoners in the car."

"Okay. No problem, go ahead! Ah, I heard the warden here is a beauty!"

"Beautiful, yes, but a tigress!"

"Tigresses are my favorite."

"Brother, I advise you to forget it! If you dare touch her, you'll be skinned alive."

"How will I know if I don't try!"

The wolf, who had been humming a song, hummed it for the third time.

"I'm going to catch this tigress and her daughter right now, and I'll catch them by the flesh, not the skin. It's a pity I can't go myself."

He said casually, but his hand drew his sword with lightning speed. In less than half a second, the soldier he was talking to had been beheaded. The whole movement was as smooth as flowing water, fast and natural. Using the singer's rhythm as a signal, all the soldiers attacked simultaneously—swords, hidden darts, crossbows, and throwing knives.

Without a sound, all ten guards at the gate were dead. The Wild Wolf's men, disguised as defenders, were ruthless, precise, and extremely efficient.

"Hoo! Lieutenant Inger, move out immediately. We must capture them!"

"Yes, sir."

Seeing the Wild Wolf and his men's clean and efficient methods, Inger couldn't help but be shocked.

"Good! Forward, forward."

Wild Wolf casually drove the prison van in, parked it behind the parking lot, and then led the prisoners forward without any restraint. The only thing that could raise suspicion was that all the prisoners were wearing masks.

When they approached the building where the prisoners were held, Wild Wolf struck a prisoner hard with the butt of his rifle.

"Trying to escape, you bastard?"

"What's wrong!"

The commotion they'd created immediately drew the two guards at the gate to their aid.

"Nothing much."

The relaxed Wolf, standing six or seven paces away, waited until the soldiers' attention was entirely on the prisoner. Then,

Wolf and his men threw swift, accurate, and remarkably stable throwing knives. Four knives pierced the soldiers' throats simultaneously!

"Ah! Life is so fragile."

Wolf continued to brutally beat the prisoner, while his men pretended to treat the two dead soldiers.

"Damn it!"

Four more men ran out from the sentry post, but two remained behind. Seeing that their plan had failed, Wolf cursed under his breath.

"Looks like those two aren't coming out. These four are yours to handle."

Wild Wolf strode forward, shouting to the oncoming soldiers, "Come help! Hurry!"

He then strode past them, heading straight for the sentry post. He attached a grenade, designed to counter lightly armored vehicles, to the outer wall of the post. After a soft explosion, the grenade pierced the wall, and the shrapnel inside turned the self-defense force inside into two hedgehogs.

"Ugh... when will Inge succeed? I'm getting impatient!" Wild Wolf grumbled, hiding to the side, covering his ears.

Killing like killing insects, Wild Wolf felt no tension whatsoever. His only regret was not being able to smoke while working.

Meanwhile, Inge led her team toward the warden's private room. Using the same tactics as the wolves, they first pretended to be allies, then approached and attacked. They advanced almost unopposed.

Inge knew this success was only a matter of time, because they were an elite unit, and their success was the result of a calculated attack. But if even one enemy noticed their actions, if they became alert, then a direct confrontation would ensue.

With a heavy heart, she led her team to the warden's office door. There, two soldiers, like mountains, stood guard, wearing only military vests.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Inge led one of her men forward, while the others provided support from behind.

"How did you get here!"

"Well, look..."

Inger pretended to retrieve some documents, but had already drawn a poisoned needle gun.

"Bang! Bang!" Two shots rang out as the needles fired in quick succession, while his soldiers, swords in hand, attacked from the side.

These two were no ordinary soldiers; they were skilled interrogators who carried out tortures for Warden Regina, possessing astonishing martial arts skills. They remained vigilant even towards their own men, so they were on guard when they saw Inger appear.

However, the close proximity prevented them from reacting in time. These two prison guards, who had killed more people than they ate, were exceptionally ferocious. The one in front charged forward recklessly, both shielding his comrade from the poisoned needles and attacking Inger with his iron fists.

Both poisoned needles struck the giant ahead, the deadly venom enough to kill a three-headed elephant instantly turning him into a purplish-black corpse, but his forward momentum was unstoppable. Inger flipped over and kicked him hard in the head, changing the direction of the raging behemoth's charge.

This man's sacrifice gave his comrade an opportunity; the giant hand, though delayed, struck first, shattering the hand of the Federation soldier who was blocking Inger's attack with a single punch.

As the soldier screamed, the giant spun around with such force and power that it created a sudden gust of wind.

"Bang!"

The giant kicked the Federation soldier onto the alarm. It was a simple mechanical device; even though the Federation had taken control of the main control room, they couldn't stop it from making a sound. As the sirens blared deafeningly, the soldiers on the wall were reduced to a gruesome heap of flesh and blood. The giant now stood imposingly in the passageway.

But the Federation soldiers were not unarmed political prisoners. In the narrow passage, flesh could never outrun a bullet. Inger swiftly ducked. Behind her, six soldiers held up their cold, black submachine guns!

"Fire!"

Inger shouted, and six guns spat fire simultaneously. Even the strongest body was vulnerable to the explosive force of gunpowder and the metal bullets. In five seconds of volley fire, the giant was reduced to a gigantic mass of flesh and blood. He crashed to the ground, blood and flesh splattering throughout the passageway.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Inger drew his pistol and smashed the lock, advancing with his soldiers under cover. Like ghosts, they swiftly passed through the lavishly decorated private room. Under the soldiers' powerful kicks, the bathroom door was kicked open with a thud. Inger slipped inside.

Seven guns were simultaneously pointed at their target.

Before them stood the most mature and beautiful female body: large breasts, red nipples, full and firm buttocks, and voluptuous legs. Long black hair clung to her body, and her bright red lips exuded a woman's fragrance. What a stunningly beautiful, completely naked woman.

Her allure was truly irresistible.

"Is that Kisslia's men? How incredibly rude! Barging in while someone's showering."

Even the usually open-minded Regina couldn't escape her shame, yet she still managed to flaunt the allure of her body.

That Wolf had planned this all along! Inger cursed the lecher inwardly, her displeasure rising as she looked at the alluring naked woman before her. Always proud of her breasts, she discovered this woman's were a size larger than hers.

Following the earlier burst of gunfire, Inger's soldiers reported the situation to Wolf. Instantly, gunfire erupted throughout the prison.

"Hands up! Cuff her!"

Inger tossed handcuffs to her men, the gun barrels pressed against her breasts. Judging from the force of the push coming from her hand, this voluptuous woman was indeed firm and full-figured.

"Wait! Lieutenant. You don't expect me to walk out naked like this, do you?"

Regina, seeing Inger's unfriendly gaze, dropped her alluring demeanor and pleaded pitifully.

*Snap* The soldier had already handcuffed Regina's hands behind her back.

"Wait! At least let me put on some underwear!"

On one hand, time was of the essence, and on the other hand, seeing this slut begging for mercy in such humiliation gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

"No need! Although it's a good deal for that lecherous wolf. Let's go!"

Inger pushed Regina outside.

"Wait! If it really doesn't work, let's talk!"

"No need to say anything!"

Inger said coldly.

"If you delay any longer, I'll make a hole in you."

Inger's pistol pressed against Regina's ample buttocks.

"Warden!"

At this moment, a squad of guards ran over.

"If you want to live, don't make a sound if you don't want another hole punched in your ass!"

Inger coldly threatened, driving Regina into the corridor, leaving her naked in front of his men while he and his soldiers hid inside, preparing to attack.

"Warden... Warden..."

The usually glamorous, mature, and unapproachably arrogant warden now stood naked before the soldiers, her full breasts bulging. The soldiers, who had rushed closer, could only stare, drooling.

In order to exert pressure, though it was extremely perverse, Inger, in a moment of desperation, simply forced his gun into Regina's anus.

"Ah..."

This seemingly proud and alluring woman was now naked, exposed to her men, her buttocks pressed against the enemy's gun. Both sensual and cruel. She was covered in cold sweat, and her body was dripping with arousing fluids. Her face was flushed as she gave the order,

"Why aren't you searching for what happened?"

The soldiers stared at the three corpses on the ground, but their movements were slow. They couldn't bear to look away from Regina's naked body, especially her large breasts and the sensitive area between her legs.

"Why isn't the warden dressed?"

"The situation is urgent, so... a little..."

"Ah..."

The gun inside her anus trembled. She felt a sultry pleasure mixed with the terror of being killed at any moment, making her afraid to speak.

"Go! That's an order."

Under the heavy pressure of the order, the soldiers had no choice but to turn away.

"Bang! Bang!"

As they turned around, Inger drew his gun amidst Regina's soft moans and, along with his men, unleashed a fierce barrage of fire on the Self-Defense Forces. A flurry of fire and smoke filled the air... When the smoke cleared, the ground was littered with corpses.

"Go! Rendezvous with Wild Wolf."

"Phew! Time for a big battle."

Wild Wolf ordered his soldiers to launch communication flares into the air. As the seven-colored smoke flares exploded in the sky, the Federation forces deployed on the perimeter simultaneously sprang into action. Gunfire erupted. Since they couldn't eliminate the enemy quietly, they would strike first, taking out the majority in one fell swoop. Then they would wipe out the remaining enemies.

"Enemy attack! The Federal Army is in!"

Wild Wolf shouted as he charged towards the prison building. His gun barrel drooped as he sped forward. Although they had been investigating for several days, they still couldn't pinpoint Reiber's cell location, only its approximate floor.

"What? The enemy! Over there."

Wild Wolf, of course, wouldn't let the easy prey escape.

"Right behind you."

When the enemy instinctively turned or showed surprise, Wild Wolf drew his military knife and ruthlessly and swiftly slit the throats of the soldiers protecting him. Those few who didn't fall for the trap were turned into mincemeat by his men with heavy firepower.

Amidst a series of screams, the desperate Reiber still clung to the hope that this might be reinforcements.

"Sigh! When you get old, you just start overthinking."

Just as Reibell was watching in surprise as the guard at the gate was riddled with bullets, a group of soldiers in self-defense uniforms swarmed in.

"Long time no see, General Reibell."

Wild Wolf fired several shots, smashing the lock.

"You old geezer, are you still alive?!"

"You scum, are you still alive? You should be dead by now."

"Heh! Does being shot mean you're really dead? You didn't even see me get shot."

Wild Wolf unlocked the door and put the frail old man down.

"Huff...huff..."

"Can you still walk? You old codger." "Is this how

you

treat your savior? It seems that old people who don't die become monsters. Come on, you old monster!"

"Kill! Kill!" Wild Wolf roared triumphantly, firing wildly at the ceiling.

The entire prison was filled with the sounds of gunfire and smoke.

"Heh...heh..."

"Old bone! Can't walk anymore?"

Outside the prison building, Wild Wolf looked at the exhausted Reiber and said smugly.

"Hmm! So energetic!"

The smell of blood and whistles in the air made Wild Wolf a hundred times more savage.

"Brothers! I'm in a good mood today. Let's kill them all! Let's use poison gas and wipe out everyone in the prison. Hahaha!"

Wild Wolf spotted a self-defense soldier in the distance and unleashed a barrage of fire, killing him instantly. A skilled fighter only needs one bullet to kill, and Wild Wolf could certainly do that. However, he still preferred indiscriminate firing.

"Stop! Are you even human? There aren't just Self-Defense Force members in the prison, there are also political prisoners. Besides, we're using poison gas."

"Idiot! You old fool, killing with bullets is killing, killing with poison gas is killing too. Go! Leave no one alive, slaughter everyone in the prison!"

"Boom!"

Wild Wolf's men had just used a grenade launcher to destroy another sentry post.

"Captain! Aren't you afraid the Self-Defense Force will find out if we make such a big deal out of this?"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, we wouldn't have escaped without being discovered by the Self-Defense Force when we ran away!"

Although the Self-Defense Force members in the prison outnumbered the Federation by a factor of two, they were no match for Wild Wolf's sneak attack. By the time they became aware of the danger, only half of the prisoners remained. With Warden Regina captured and the main control room occupied, they were left isolated and to be divided and annihilated by the Federal Army.

"What a pity! I was planning to bombard them with artillery. Ah! Here they come."

At this moment, Regina, completely naked, was brought in amidst the raging flames, her hands clasped behind her back by Ing.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Wild Wolf exclaimed three times, circling Regina, admiring her closely.

Regina, who had always been the one to humiliate prisoners and toy with men, was experiencing this for the first time being led around naked. Being completely naked not only made her feel insecure, but the gun barrels pointing at her and the lewd gazes of the Federal soldiers made it even more unbearable. Even a slut like her has her embarrassing moments, which has a unique charm.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you!"

Inge said, looking utterly embarrassed. He had utter contempt for Wild Wolf.

"What the hell! I'm your superior, call me Captain Wild Wolf. But good job, bringing them here naked is exactly my style."

Wild Wolf grew even more smug at the disdainful Inger.

"Lieutenant Inger, immediately lead your team into the attack and annihilate all the Self-Defense Forces."

"But! Weren't we supposed to retreat?"

"Retreating now would give the Self-Defense Forces a chance to report our location, wouldn't it? Of course, we'll kill them all, and I won't take prisoners, except for beautiful female prisoners."

Wild Wolf, his face full of lust, used his pistol to fondle Regina's high, full breasts, which he couldn't grasp with one hand.

"Heh!"

A embarrassed and troubled Regina looked at the pistol with fear. The gleaming black gun barrel, contrasting with her fair skin, and the deathly aura emanating from the murder weapon, made the woman's body appear even more alluring.

"Aren't you going yet!"

"Yes."

The stubborn Inge looked at the gun in her hand, the one that had just been inserted into the beautiful woman's anus. A wave of disgust washed over her, as if she herself had become lewd.

"Go, leave no one alive."

Watching her disappear into the distance, the wolf was already thinking about how to take Inge as well. But his gaze quickly returned to the delicious prey before him.

"Such big breasts! What size are they, so heavy!"

The wolf cupped Regina's ample breasts, playing with them. They were full and smooth, the tender flesh incredibly elastic.

"I love self-protective women the most, big breasts, big hips, and beautiful! Women are only fun when they're like this. Hehe!"

"This... can we not do this in a place like this?"

Regina said, trying to sound calm and charming.

"Nonsense! This is exactly where it's fun. Lie down! Ass up."

"You..."

Wild Wolf roughly pushed Regina to the ground, unzipped his military pants, and pulled out his huge penis.

"Look! Big and strong. I've fought my way across the battlefield, and this thing has been laid across the bed. No woman has ever failed to be fucked by it until she moans non-stop."

Reiber roared sternly, "Stop! Are you even a soldier?"

"You old codger! I'm dead! The military records say I'm dead. Dead men are innocent no matter what they do."

"Just watch. You old piece of trash, mine is worlds apart from yours."

"General! Please say a good word for me, okay?"

Regina, that slut, shamelessly begged Reiber for mercy. Doing it in such a dangerous place was not only devoid of romance, but she was also used to toying with men, not being toyed with. Besides, with bullets raining down, it wouldn't be surprising to die from stray bullets at any moment.

"What's all the noise about? You slut, if you want mercy, beg me!"

Wild Wolf raised his hand and slapped Regina's plump, white buttocks repeatedly.

"Ah...stop..."

Her pleading voice was both seductive and wanton, revealing her true nature as a slut.

"Damn it! Not taking advantage of such a beauty is just impotence, isn't it? Impotent old man, watch my manly side!"

Wild Wolf picked up a pistol that had fallen on the floor and licked it lewdly with his tongue.

"Slut, twist properly for me, or I'll kill you right now."

"Ah! No."

Wild Wolf actually shoved the pistol into Regina's anus.

"Ah..."

Amidst the cries of pain, pleasure was also mixed in. The anus, both painful and itchy, simultaneously sent tingling, numbing pleasure through it.

"Ugh! That feels amazing!"

Wild Wolf exclaimed excitedly as he thrust his penis into her vagina. This slut must have been aroused when she was walking down the street! She was unbearably wet inside.

"I'll fuck you to death! I told you all self-protective women are sluts." Wild Wolf cursed gruffly as he thrust his hips, pounding into the woman's body again and again.

"How about that, you know how good I am now! You old codger, envious? Haha. I'm afraid you can't get it up."

"You..."

"Ahhhhh!"

Regina, already overflowing with love juice, felt an intense, violent pleasure emanating from her vagina. But the sensation at her anus was a bittersweet experience. The cold, hard pistol, though smeared with saliva, ravaged that untouched place. It brought her both pleasure and pain, her face shifting between blissful relief and excruciating agony. The agonizing feeling in her anus was driving her crazy.

"Aaaaah… General… how shameful!"

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