City Defense Record

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In the eighteenth year of King Zheng of Qin's reign, the Qin army attacked the Zhao state.

King Qian of Zhao, heeding slanderous advice, executed the renowned Zhao general Li Mu. The Qin army advanced with unstoppable momentum, besieging Handan, and Zhao was on the verge of

collapse. Years of war had decimated Zhao's able-bodied population, leaving Handan almost entirely populated by the elderly, women, and children.
King Qian knew his kingdom was doomed; he no longer cared for battle reports, spending his days indulging in wine and women, living a life of decadence.

Among King Qian's many concubines, Queen Ilya was an anomaly.

Originally the daughter of the Xiongnu Chanyu, she was the daughter of Li Mu, who had decisively defeated the Xiongnu and captured the Chanyu's most beloved son.
To secure his son's return, the Chanyu married Ilya to Zhao Qian, then the crown prince, in order to mend relations with Zhao. Later, when Zhao Qian became King of Zhao, Ilya became his queen.

Unlike the other concubines who used their bodies to seduce their husbands, Ilya, under the overwhelming force of the Qin army, donned her battle armor, took up her bow, and personally ascended the city walls to boost morale.

Ilya was only thirty-two years old, the most alluring age for a woman.

Her shapely figure was clad in a tight-fitting Hu-style robe, and a bright red pheasant feather adorned her long, black hair. Her sharply defined features exuded a resolute strength, and Qin soldiers fell one after another at the sound of bowstrings.

Ilya, like a Valkyrie, became a pillar of strength for the Zhao soldiers. The mere sight of the pheasant feather, a symbol of her identity, would unleash the power of even the most weary soldiers.

The siege was exceptionally fierce, and casualties were mounting. Without reinforcements, Zhao was doomed.
However, the Central Plains states were no longer able to aid Zhao, so Ilya decided to personally travel to the Xiongnu to request reinforcements.

This was not only for her incompetent husband, but also for her young daughter.

As night fell, Ilya summoned the soldiers of her Hu-style clothing battalion.

This Hu-style clothing battalion was no longer the elite force that once struck fear into the hearts of the states; it was now an army composed of agile women, selected by Ilya herself after the loss of most of the able-bodied men.

Tonight, she would lead this elite force, not truly elite, to storm the Qin army's camp.

Under Ilya's leadership, two hundred carefully selected female soldiers charged towards the Qin army's camp under the cover of night.
They planned to use the mobility of light cavalry to break through the Qin army camp with lightning speed. However, the Qin people had already anticipated that the Zhao Kingdom would send someone to infiltrate the camp, and their movements were quickly discovered by Qin sentries. What awaited them was the world-renowned Qin army's powerful crossbows.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—whoosh whoosh whoosh—

the whistling of arrows piercing the air in the dark night was even more terrifying. It was as if an invisible wind blade swept through the air, and the leading rank of female soldiers was harvested like wheat.

Powerful crossbow bolts pierced directly through their bodies, and the fallen female soldiers were trampled in half by the warhorses behind them.
Some were even hit head-on by ballistae as thick as rafters, their beautiful faces reduced to only a broken chin still attached to their necks.

Her headless body still twitched and twisted on the horse's back, her delicate tongue trembling in defiance, blood spurting from her two carotid arteries.

The warhorses trampled over her, leaving only a patch of pinkish spring mud.

Ilya, a woman raised among the Xiongnu, was far more skilled at horsemanship than these female soldiers.

She squeezed her legs tightly against the horse's belly, hiding beneath it to avoid the arrows.

However, even the best horsemanship was of little use against the massive arrow barrage; the Qin crossbow bolts riddled the warhorses with arrows.

The galloping horse collapsed to the ground with a thud, and Ilya, unable to escape, was thrown unconscious.
At cockcrow, the Qin army camp erupted in commotion again.

But today, the Qin army did not attack the city. The Zhao soldiers on the city walls saw a chariot parked before the Qin army's lines, with a T-shaped wooden frame on it. A naked woman was bound upside down to the frame, her legs spread apart.

Beneath her wheat-colored skin, the outlines of her muscles were faintly visible, and her two beautiful legs, bound wide apart, struggled incessantly.

Her spirited face was contorted with rage, and her small mouth was forced open by an iron ring.

Despite being posed in such a strange position, the Zhao soldiers on the city wall immediately recognized her as their Valkyrie, Queen Ilya.

Even so, the astonished soldiers still couldn't believe it was her; perhaps the Qin army had simply found a woman who resembled her.

At this moment, a Qin soldier stepped forward carrying two items: a foot-long fiery red feather and a yellow military flag—the insignia of Ilya and her Hufu Battalion.

The soldier leaped onto the chariot and forcefully drove the flag into her tight vagina, while the bright red feather pierced deep into her delicate urethra.

Ilya writhed in pain, her body contorting, and muffled screams and curses escaped from her forced-open mouth.
However, the angry curses quickly turned into low moans as the soldier shoved his erect penis into her mouth and began to pound it into her like rice.

Amidst the Qin army's mocking insults, the chariot began to rumble forward, carrying Ilya on a parade around Handan.

The chariot moved slowly, so that all the soldiers could clearly see that this so-called Valkyrie had become a lowly prisoner of war, a military prostitute whom everyone could play with at will.

The soldiers could even clearly see Ilya's mouth being forced open by the enemy's filthy penis, her beautiful body writhing unwillingly on the wooden frame, her ten toes curling together in pain.

The Zhao soldiers' blank stares showed little emotion; they simply stared blankly like wooden statues, unable to react.

Ilya closed her eyes in pain, helpless in the face of the enemy's cruel ravaging, just like the soldiers on the city walls, only able to let the enemy's foul-smelling penis pound and pound in her mouth.

As soon as one soldier ejaculated the filthy fluid, another would immediately follow. The foul-smelling liquid filled her mouth and flowed down her face, the overflowing semen even pouring into her nose, choking her and causing her to cough incessantly.

But compared to the pain of forced oral sex, the torment in her lower body was even more unbearable.

The red feather symbolizing her identity was almost piercing her bladder, and her entire urethra felt like it was on fire.

The heavy flagpole swayed back and forth inside her vagina with the jolting of the tank, the weight of the flagpole tearing her tender vaginal flesh, forcing the soldiers raping her to hold it up to prevent it from falling.

But these soldiers, who were venting their lust, were clearly dissatisfied with this kind of physical labor; they often gripped the flagpole tightly and rammed it downwards like nails, the force almost tearing her uterus apart, causing her to scream in agony.

Later, a soldier simply pulled the flagpole out of her vagina and forcefully drove it into her tight anus. Ilya instantly felt as if a sharp axe had cleaved her groin; the intense pain made her scream and almost faint.

She could feel the rough flagpole gradually sinking into her body, fearing her intestines had been ripped open.
Meanwhile, news of the queen's capture had arrived at the Zhao palace.

The eunuch reported this devastating news to King Qian of Zhao, but King Qian said nothing. He simply increased the speed of his thrusting, making the beauty beneath him moan even louder, hoping to use the beautiful sounds to drown out the troubling battle report.

The parade outside the city continued until noon. After confirming that all the Zhao soldiers had witnessed the brutal scene, the Qin army finally untied the exhausted Ilya from the wooden frame.

They bound her neck, wrists, and ankles with ropes, five ropes tied to five chariots.
Ilya understood this was the Central Plains' method of dismemberment by chariots. Thinking of her impending death, Ilya couldn't help but shed sorrowful tears.

"Qing'er, your mother still couldn't save you."

"Giddy up!"

*Crack! Crack! Crack!*

Amidst the shouts of the Qin soldiers and the snapping of the reins, the five chariots sped off in five different directions.

Ilya's body tensed instantly, like a drumhead. Her injured vulva and anus began to tear under the pull of the chariots, and her slender arms were almost ripped off.

She could even hear her joints cracking and popping, the excruciating pain causing her to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

With a short scream, Ilya's beautiful head was ripped from her neck.

Amidst the blooming blood, her arms and right leg were also torn off, leaving only a twisted left leg attached to her mangled body.

The Qin soldiers picked up the head, covered in semen and dust, and hurled it onto a catapult over the city wall. The head landed right in front of a young girl who had just been hastily thrown onto the wall; the girl screamed and immediately fainted.
The Qin soldiers then began to dispose of Ilya's body. Like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, they meticulously cut apart the Valkyrie's mutilated limbs. When a soldier's blade sliced through her firm leg flesh, her toes would even curl in pain, prompting the soldiers to marvel at the woman's resilience.

They dismembered Ilya's remains into thousands of pieces, then threaded these pieces onto arrow shafts and fired them into the city of Handan.

The people, long trapped within the besieged city and suffering from hunger, disregarded everything else when they saw the rain of meat falling from the sky.

They scrambled to pick up the tender scraps of meat from the ground and chewed them voraciously, without considering what kind of meat it was or where it came from.

One emaciated man picked up a piece of meat covered in black curly hair, with two slightly blackened labia and a delicate little fleshy bead.

After a moment's hesitation, he stuffed the unidentified piece of meat into his mouth.

In despair, people often place their hopes in spirits and deities. After Ilya's plea for help completely failed, the plan, which had been temporarily shelved due to Ilya's strong objections, was revived. In

Handan City, a sorcerer claimed to be able to refine the "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir," which, once successfully refined, would grant immortality, allowing him to easily defeat a million Qin soldiers.

However, to refine this supremely yang elixir, a young woman with a purely yin birth chart was required to complete the process. The chosen woman was Princess Zhao Qing, Ilya's daughter.

"Refine the furnace!" These were the first two words Zhao Qing received, having just recovered from the grief of seeing her mother's severed head.

She neither resisted nor wept. When she bid farewell to her father, King Zhao Qian, still reeking of alcohol, was slumped over the table, clutching a wine jar, seemingly neither awake nor asleep.

Crackling, crackling.

The alchemist slowly pulled the iron chain in his hand, the cauldron lid opened, and a strong medicinal aroma instantly filled the entire alchemy room.

Zhao Qing removed her clothes, her soft feet carrying her young life, climbing the bamboo ladder before the furnace.

The scorching flames shone from the furnace opening, painting an incongruous blush on her pale face.
The refining of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir had reached its most crucial stage; the success or failure of the elixir would determine the survival of the Zhao Kingdom.

She didn't know if the elixir of immortality truly existed; at least none of the alchemists who refined them had ever become immortals.

But these weren't things she should worry about. Her only task now was to become part of the golden elixir.

Zhao Qing stretched out her trembling left foot, tentatively extending her toes towards the furnace opening. The scorching heat stung her delicate skin.

She couldn't help but withdraw her left foot, gently rubbing her soft left sole against the smooth instep of her right foot.
"Your Highness, you mustn't miss the appointed time!" the alchemist's voice sounded from behind. Zhao Qing reluctantly closed her eyes and stepped into the furnace.

Crack, thud.

The alchemist hastily slammed the lid shut. The heavy bronze instantly blocked out all of Zhao Qing's sounds. In his eyes, Zhao Qing was no different from the lead, mercury, and cinnabar.

Zhao Qing's feet landed on the scalding mineral powder with a soft "sizzle," and she screamed as she collapsed to her knees in a sea of red.

The intense heat sizzled against Zhao Qing's delicate skin, like meat being roasted. She endured the excruciating pain, using one hand to brace herself against the equally scorching furnace wall to prevent herself from collapsing into the pile of medicinal stones.

An unknown ore, unable to withstand the heat of the furnace, exploded with a loud crack, sending shards flying onto Zhao Qing's rounded buttocks.

Zhao Qing felt as if she had been stung by a wasp; her body trembled, and she tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands.

In just a short time, the veins in her calves had been burned off by the mineral powder.

The pungent smell of the medicinal stones in the furnace made Zhao Qing dizzy, and the scorching heat made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Soon, Zhao Qing felt her body become weak and powerless, finally sitting down in the furnace with her back against the wall.

The scorching furnace wall and the burning medicinal stones made her skin sizzle, and the skin on her calves even cracked open like roasted chestnuts.

The charred skin of the meat curled up to the sides, revealing the half-cooked fat and muscle inside.

Puffs of smoke began to rise from the plump buttocks.

But Zhao Qing felt no pain; the medicinal steam from the furnace had numbed her senses.

The excruciating burning pain that had gripped her body now felt pleasant.

Zhao Qing felt warm all over, and her mind relaxed.

In a daze, she seemed to see her long-deceased mother, and seemed to hear her mother's singing voice again.

"Mother, where am I? It feels so good, is this Mother's womb? I'm so tired, Mother, I want to sleep for a while."

Zhao Qing slowly closed her eyes, curling up in the furnace, her appearance and demeanor truly resembling a fetus sleeping in her mother's womb.

Only, she would never wake up again.

The alchemist in the alchemy room continued to add fuel to the furnace, and the temperature inside rose higher and higher.

Gradually, Zhao Qing's body turned from fair to sallow, large drops of oil seeping from her skin. Each drop, landing on the medicinal stones, would ignite with a whoosh.

More and more oil dripped, and alluring tongues of flame danced around Zhao Qing.

The medicinal stones, now stained with Zhao Qing's oil, began to melt, transforming into multicolored lava that began to devour her body.

Green, yellow, red, white, and black—the five colors of the molten medicinal stones scrambled up Zhao Qing's body like snakes fighting for food, tearing chunks of succulent roasted meat from her bones, which fell into the iridescent lava and became clusters of flames.
Forty-nine hours passed, and finally, it was time to open the furnace.

The alchemist carefully opened the alchemical furnace. After a wisp of smoke, a dozen pale yellow pills were revealed on a pile of black slag.

"It's done! Hahaha, finally done!" The alchemist excitedly danced with joy before trembling as he took out the pills, placed them in a brocade box, and ran out of the alchemy room. Only the pile of "slag" in the furnace remained in the dimly lit room.

King Zhao Qian consumed the elixir, but Handan still could not be defended.

It is said that when Qin soldiers stormed the palace, he was still shouting that he had become an immortal.

King Ying Zheng of Qin seemed to think he had gone mad, so he didn't kill him but exiled him to the deep mountains of Fangling.

When he suffered the bitterness of national ruin and filled with remorse, it was already too late.

(The End)

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