Saigon Shadows - Eyewitness Accounts of the Vietnam War (Female Soldier Atrocities)

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Saigon Shadows - Eyewitness Accounts of the Vietnam War

Author: Henry Moore Henry Moore,

an American military personnel, wrote in his memoir: "Since arriving
in this strange tropical jungle country, almost all Americans have developed a wicked psychological abnormality, especially in their
brutal acts against women in the war, whether female soldiers or civilians."

An American mother said: "I handed over a good young man to the government, but they turned him into a murderer
and rapist."

Let's go back to July 1968. Northern Vietnam, the Truong Son Mountains.

In the primeval forests of the Truong Son Mountains, tall and straight Terminalia catappa trees reach for the sky .
Plants with long vines intertwine and coil like nets, dense and lush, the light in the dense forest as dark as a hurricane approaching.

Early morning.

A commando team led by Major ∑ travels through the jungle. Two American soldiers at the front, armed with machetes,
cut down small trees, weeds, and vines.

The fog thickened, surging in like milky white foam from all directions. The American soldiers crouched low, scanning the surroundings
as if on reconnaissance, yet also on guard against a sudden attack.

A clanging of metal echoed through the vast forest. The soldiers tensed instantly, dropping to the ground.
After a moment of silence, they quickened their pace like wolves spotting prey. In the distance, in a
sunken basin in the jungle, the soldiers spotted shadowy figures through the fog.

This was the Viet Cong guerrillas officially assembling, about thirty in number.

The special forces captain, a fierce glint in his eyes, gave a deep shout of "Fire!"

Twenty-odd submachine guns simultaneously unleashed long tongues of fire, flamethrowers
roaring like crimson flames (that's him!) towards the group.

A bloodcurdling scream, inhuman wails, filled the air. Fog surged in the flames, fire ignited the undergrowth, and a rapid
hail of bullets rained down on the guerrillas, accompanied by the deafening explosions of grenades. In an instant, flesh and fire flew everywhere; this
was not war, but slaughter.

The guerrillas scattered, and Kurt, laughing wildly, brandished his Tom A-90 submachine gun, firing a few bursts and taking down several
fleeing guerrillas.

The stench of burnt corpses and the acrid smell of blood filled the air.
"Hahaha!" the American soldier roared, "Jungle warfare is like a kitchen, with the smell of flesh being
fried

's as good as French cheese!"

While clearing the battlefield, the American soldier fired a few more shots at several Viet Cong struggling in pools of blood. Suddenly, a guerrilla rose
from the pile Several members of the assault team were felled. The team members
were stunned; no one fired. The guerrilla turned and ran into the dense jungle.

Only then did the American soldiers react.

A bullet ripped off the guerrilla's helmet, her long hair flying down. The female
guerrilla shifted slightly, indicating the bullet had struck her shoulder.

"It's a woman. Don't shoot, take her alive," Major Kurt ordered.

Soon after, two assault soldiers brought the female guerrilla forward, her hands twisted behind her back.

Her wound was on her bladder, blood staining her green uniform. The girl was beautiful, her face
pale from blood loss, and her twisted hands made her breasts appear prominent.

∑T walked over, his lewd gaze sweeping over the girl's chest.

∑T's second-in-command, moonwolf, lewdly chuckled, "Boss, this chick's pretty good, isn't she?"

The two American soldiers released the girl's hands, and she instinctively tried to pull up her clothes despite the pain.

∑T, grinning lewdly, approached the girl and used the muzzle of his gun to pull open her bra,
revealing her two jade-like breasts.

∑T opened his foul-smelling mouth and lunged at the girl's breasts. Moonwolf and a dozen American soldiers
watched from the sidelines, puffing on their cigarettes.

The girl defiantly watched Kurt approach, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped him several times across the face. Perhaps
taken aback, Kurt didn't expect a girl in his hands to dare hit him. It took him a moment to recover. With
a swift movement , Moonwolf and another American soldier grabbed the girl and dragged her to the grass under a banyan tree.

At first, the girl struggled desperately, but she was no match for their powerful enemies. Moonwolf and the other
soldier pried her hands off and pressed them firmly to the dirty ground. Kurt, leering, unhooked her bra, exposing her
two round breasts.

The girl cried and struggled loudly.

Like a wolf smelling human blood, Kurt, panting heavily, became even more ruthless. The girl's top was
ripped off.

Kurt grabbed one of her two delicate nipples in each hand,
squeezing and crushing . The girl wept pitifully, her half-exposed, snow-white body writhing on the grass.

∑Te reached down and ripped open her belt, then lewdly pulled down her trousers,
revealing her two firm, white thighs. The girl stopped her futile struggles, allowing Kurt to remove
her trousers.

∑Te's hand reached for the girl's vulva at the base of her thighs; with a slight effort, his hairy hand tore
the vulva open. The girl's thighs weren't particularly full, but they were quite attractive. Her inner thighs were dark.
Kurt lewdly spread her legs, exposing her private area. Kurt's large hand reached into the girl's
dark pubic hair, peeling upwards to reveal the clitoris.

The two American soldiers beside her, without waiting for Kurt's orders, began playing with the girl's breasts. Moonwolf excitedly played with
the girl's breasts, the white flesh constantly changing shape in his hands like kneaded dough.

Clown, his already hard, purplish-red penis throbbing with a lewd grin, placed the girl's two delicate white feet on his waist, about to
thrust into the thicket of dark pubic hair. Suddenly, the girl stomped on Clown's stomach with force.

Clown rolled over, and after a moment, rubbing his aching stomach, his face ashen, he came back. He violently lifted the girl's
legs, placing them on his shoulders, and with a fierce thrust, plunged his penis into the
center .

"Ah!" the girl shook her head, crying out in agony.

Clown, lewdly grinning, forcefully thrust in and out of the girl's passage, stirring violently.

A warm, slippery liquid flowed from the girl's lower body; it was blood, bright red blood.

The American soldier named Moonwolf, eager to intervene, thrust his thick, long penis into
the girl 's vagina.

The gang rape didn't end until noon. The girl lay supine on the grass, her limbs limp and
spread out , her two fair legs stained crimson with blood, as if she were dead.

The gang rape was over, but the girl's suffering was far from over.

"Here it comes, the good stuff is here, oh, my darling." Moonwolf grabbed a 20-centimeter-long
snake and rushed over. The snake had blackish-yellow skin and a round head; it was a non-venomous snake.

"Oh, darling, how can a beautiful woman be separated from a snake?" At this moment, someone in the crowd screamed excitedly.
American soldiers surrounded her.

Two naked American soldiers, who had just finished their gang rape, lewdly helped the girl put on her trousers, while two others
tied up the legs of her trousers.

Moonwolf leered as he unbuckled the girl's belt and inserted the snake into her crotch. Four American soldiers held
her limbs down tightly.

"Ah!" The girl struggled frantically, shaking her head violently.

The cold, slippery snake slid across her smooth abdomen, over her warm thighs, and then burrowed into her
parted hair.

"Oh, oh!" The girl twisted her body desperately, tears suddenly streaming from her wide, almost bursting eyes
. Then, a liquid flowed from the base of her legs, soaking her general's trousers; she had lost control of her bladder.

"Hey, you bastard, look what this is!" An American soldier grabbed a venomous snake over a meter long...

The young girl suddenly saw a hand unbuckle her belt again, and a large snake appeared before her.
She screamed and fainted.

The venomous snake was inserted into the girl's crotch. After a while, white foam rose from her mouth, and gradually her
face began to turn blue, then her white naked body was tinged with black.

Yongling, suburbs.

A white brick and wood house.

Inside the room, a handsome man in his thirties leaned against the curtains, vigilantly observing his surroundings. From
a hidden compartment in one wall, the beeping of a telegraph transmitter could be heard. A
young woman in a plain cheongsam, with a pretty face and a well-proportioned figure, was sending the message. She appeared to be no more than twenty-five years old. Her slender,
delicate hands were frantically typing in Morse code. A series of radio waves flew from Saigon to the North Vietnamese headquarters: "US
General Robert will be inspecting the Vinh Linh area on July 18th."

The two were North Vietnamese agents codenamed "wxy," operating in Vinh Linh. The man was named Nguyen Tri Quoc, and the woman,
Pham Linh, a newlywed couple. Much crucial intelligence was being transmitted, causing significant losses to the US and its collaborators.
As a result, the US high command replaced three leaders of their counterintelligence agencies. The fourth leader, Ly Lam Dong,
was struggling to uncover the North Vietnamese agents. Meanwhile,

a South Vietnamese collaborators' interception vehicle was patrolling the streets, its crew operating it with great tension.

A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion sat in a leather chair, listening to his subordinate's report
. This was Li Lintong.

"Report, Captain, another telecommunications signal detected!"

Li Lintong jumped up and rushed to the side, saying, "Quickly determine the location. Let's see if we don't catch you this time."

This telecommunications signal had appeared multiple times, but because each appearance was short and the location frequently changed, the intelligence agency
had found nothing.

"Vertical coordinate: 107.4, horizontal coordinate: 45."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Good, let's go back and check what that place is."

The night was quiet. Ruan Zhiguo and Fan Ling were embracing in bed. Looking at his beautiful wife in his arms, Ruan Zhiguo felt a surge of desire
. He reached out and turned Fan Ling's body to the side. Fan Ling glanced at Ruan Zhiguo shyly and leaned back against him.

Ruan Zhiguo unbuttoned Fan Ling's clothes one by one, stripping her naked. Fan Ling's half-
body was revealed, her fair breasts slightly upturned, each a perfect size, neither
too big nor too small, exceptionally smooth and pink. Two delicate nipples, like bright red grapes, adorned her pink areolas,
truly like spring flowers in full bloom, incredibly beautiful.

Ruan Zhiguo embraced Fan Ling's body, saying, "Ling, you are so beautiful." His lips were already
joined with Fan Ling's. Fan Ling's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were alluring, and she breathed heavily as she wrapped her two fair arms
around Ruan Zhiguo's head and neck, passionately returning his kiss. Ruan Zhiguo's hands roamed over
Fan Ling's pink breasts, occasionally kneading her nipples. Fan Ling shyly closed her eyes, her bright red lips passionately kissing Ruan Zhiguo. After
Ruan Zhiguo rubbed Fan Ling's nipples for a while, they became erect, just like two bright red strawberries. Ruan Zhiguo squeezed Fan Ling
's breasts together and put her two nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking while gently biting them with his teeth.

"Ah," Fan Ling felt a throbbing sensation in her breasts, an indescribable feeling of both soreness and numbness she
had never experienced in her 25 years.

Ruan Zhiguo's hand slid over Fan Ling's smooth, silky abdomen, gently unbuckling her belt. Before she knew it,
her tight pants had been pulled down to her fair, delicate ankles, revealing her two fair and smooth legs
. Ruan Zhiguo pulled off Fan Ling's pants completely and threw them beside the bed. He leaned down and kissed Fan Ling's smooth, soft
abdomen , then her round navel. Although this wasn't the first time, Fan Ling still blushed. She opened
her watery eyes and looked at Ruan Zhiguo with tender affection. Ruan Zhiguo smiled and placed Fan Ling's fair hands on
either side of , gently parting her legs. Fan Ling's legs were both firm and incredibly fair and delicate, with visible blue capillaries
on the inner side of .

Ruan Zhiguo leaned down and buried his head in the base of Fan Ling's thighs. "Mmm," Fan Ling felt her whole body begin
to heat up . The pink laces tightly bound Fan Ling's most secret place.

Ruan Zhiguo gently kissed the base of Fan Ling's thighs through her panties; the laces were slightly raised at the pubic area, and the
thick, dark pubic hair beneath them was faintly visible.

Fan Ling gripped the sheets tightly with nervous hands; she felt waves of throbbing in her lower body, and an unbearable itching made her feel
a surge of heat flowing from deep within her. Her laces immediately became wet. Ruan Zhiguo licked
the hollow at the base of Fan Ling's thighs with his tongue and saw that the laces were soaked; he knew that his beautiful wife was ready for his penetration. Ruan Zhiguo gently...
He gently removed the girl's sash and placed it aside, revealing her mysterious vulva. Her full, rounded pubic area
was raised high, covered by thick, dark pubic hair, with only a narrow slit visible in the middle. Ruan Zhiguo gently parted
the girl's two bright red, delicate labia. Clear, sticky fluid had already soaked the girl's entire vulva.
The tender, red clitoris, glistening at the upper edge of the labia majora, stood erect in the center of the flower bush, like a blooming peony.

"Ling, you are truly a gift from heaven, so beautiful, I would gladly die for you."

"No, you mustn't say such things." Fan Ling stretched out her white jade hand and pressed it against Ruan Zhiguo's mouth. Ruan Zhiguo
praised her again. His thick, hot penis was already erect between his legs. He leaned down and placed his penis against his wife's wet vulva
without inserting it. Instead, he pressed Fan Ling's delicate body beneath him, his hands kneading her breasts, his lips kissing her
bright red lips, and his penis rubbing against her clitoris.

"Ah," Fan Ling was aroused beyond control, her fair arms encircling Ruan Zhiguo's neck.
With her beautiful eyes closed, she breathed softly and shyly bit Ruan Zhiguo's earlobe, whispering, "Brother Guo, hurry up and go in." Ruan Zhiguo looked at
his beautiful wife lying on the ground beneath him, and with tenderness, he pressed his penis against Fan Ling's warm vaginal opening. With a gentle push, the head
of his penis slid into Fan Ling's vagina. Fan Ling's pretty face turned even redder, and she felt a tingling sensation in her lower body. Ruan Zhiguo
touched the two tender white breasts of the beauty beneath him, and with another gentle push, his entire penis slid into Fan Ling's body.

"Oh," Fan Ling groaned softly, the full, tingling sensation in her vagina causing her to moan with pleasure
. She lifted her two fair, pink legs and tightly gripped Ruan Zhiguo's back. Thick, sticky fluid
flowed from her hot vagina. Ruan Zhiguo increased the speed of his thrusts inside her. Fan Ling lowered her legs, placed
her hands on the bed beside her, and forcefully raised her genitals to meet Ruan Zhiguo's repeated penetrations. The sturdy
wooden bed creaked from their movements. "Oh—oh," Fan Ling swayed her head, her long, beautiful hair clinging to her flushed cheeks with
glistening . After a full hour of this, they collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
Ruan Zhiguo ejaculated inside Fan Ling. Semen slowly flowed from Fan Ling's beautiful vulva. Fan Ling's hot body was buried in
Ruan Zhiguo's arms, her pretty face radiating a dazzling and holy glow. She whispered, "Ruan, you're so strong,
I love you."

Ruan Zhiguo turned over and said, "Go wash up quickly, it's late." Just then, Ruan Zhiguo suddenly
heard an unusual clanging sound of metal outside the room. He quietly got up and looked out the window, seeing a dark
mass of figures. Knowing something was wrong, he grabbed his gun, not even having time to put on his clothes, and threw a nightgown to Fan Ling, saying, "Quick,
we're surrounded by the enemy! Burn the codebook!"

The puppet troops had already begun to surround them. Ruan Zhiguo opened fire from the window.

Li Lintong, hiding behind the crowd, immediately ordered a full-scale attack as soon as the target was exposed.

"Quick, quick, we must be quick!" Li Lintong shouted, waving his gun.

"Rat-a-tat!" The crisp gunshots carried far in the night.

Two puppet soldiers quietly bypassed Ruan Zhiguo's front and climbed up the back building.

Flames erupted inside the room.

Li Lintong knew they were burning the codebook and roared frantically, "Damn it, grab him alive!"

Four or five puppet soldiers charging from the front were all shot to the ground, while those behind continued their frenzied charge.

The sound of shattering glass rang out, and Ruan Zhiguo looked back in horror to see two puppet soldiers rushing into the room.

A long, bloodcurdling scream rang out as one puppet soldier's head was smashed open. At the same time, Ruan Zhiguo collapsed
in a pool of blood, struck by more than a dozen bullets the instant he turned around.

"Bang!" Several puppet soldiers kicked open the door.

Fan Ling turned back and smiled faintly, the last page of the codebook in her hand burning away.

"Damn it!" Li Lintong, furious, snatched a piece of paper from the brazier, glanced at
Fan Ling's ample bosom, and sneered, "Take her away."

The Counter-Spy Intelligence Bureau was located at No. 4 Yanting Street, Yongling, a small white villa. To outsiders
, it was a rather beautiful house. There were three floors above ground, but five more underground—a
living hell.

A brightly lit interrogation room on the third basement floor was where Lintong decided to conduct the interrogation that very night.

Li Lintong sat in a chair, with four burly men behind him. Fan Ling was pushed in by two shirtless
men, her hands twisted behind her back.

Li Lintong said, "Miss, please sit down. I don't know whether to call you Madam Ruan or Miss Fan."

Fan Ling sat on a wooden chair in front of Li Lintong, looked at him, and said, "Whatever."

"Alright, then I'll call you Madam Ruan for now." After a pause, Li Lintong said, "Madam Ruan, are you going
to hand over the codebook voluntarily, or do you want us to help you?"

"What codebook do you want? I know everything."

"Don't play along with me. You should know I have a thousand ways to make you talk."

Fan Ling looked at the ceiling and didn't speak again.

Li Lintong coldly stared at Fan Ling and said, "It seems Madam Ruan doesn't want to confess readily. Help her."

Four burly men lewdly pounced on her, stripping her of her clothes. Soon, Fan Ling was completely naked
.

"Beasts," Fan Ling cursed as she squatted down, covering her breasts with her hands and clamping her legs tightly together.

Fan Ling's skin was very white and delicate. A large section of her full, snow-white chest was visible between her arms, incredibly alluring.
The dark, glossy down on her thighs, visible as she squatted, added to
the allure of her body.

Li Lintong, his lust flaring, leered and said, "Tie her up."

Four burly men immediately lifted Fan Ling onto an iron bed with metal buckles around the edges, pressing her face up and
roughly pulling her limbs apart, then tightly securing them with the buckles.

Fan Ling's face flushed red. She closed her eyes and remained silent.

Li Lintong, lewdly, approached the bed, his hands kneading and pinching Fan Ling's two round, firm breasts,
then flicking at the two pink nipples with his fingernails. Fan

Ling quieted down and stopped struggling; she simply bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth.

Li Lintong's hand slid over Fan Ling's smooth abdomen, past her round navel, and then to a woman's
most private place.

At the base of Fan Ling's two white thighs, a tuft of black hair, about the size of a child's fist, spread out, and
Li Lintong 's hand reached into this tuft of hair.

Fan Ling didn't cry out, but her body trembled slightly.

Li Lintong leered as he flipped open Fan Ling's two bright red panties, then suddenly exclaimed,
"Madam Ruan, you're having a good time, aren't you? Hahaha!" Fan

Ling blushed. Although she was a special agent, she was also a woman, a beautiful
woman . Now, with her most private parts fully exposed to the enemy, she felt
ashamed. A captivating blush began to appear on her fair skin.

Li Lintong applied a cream to Fan Ling's genitals, then began to caress her two not-so-large but rather
round breasts. Her pointed pink nipples were slightly upturned. Li Lintong pinched one of Fan Ling's breasts
in his hand, squeezing and kneading her elastic breast like dough, constantly rubbing
her nipple with his palm.

Fan Ling's pretty face began to flush. She felt an indescribable discomfort emanating from her nipples, accompanied by an
unspeakable pleasure. The torture bed beneath her was no longer cold but began to warm up little by little. Worse still,
she felt an itch between her thighs, which grew increasingly intense and began to ooze a fluid.

Fan Ling raised her head and glanced at Li Lintong with difficulty. She knew
what Her last shred of reason made her curse, but what could that change?

Li Lintong's hand slowly slid over Fan Ling's smooth, delicate abdomen, gradually moving towards
the space between her white legs.

Fan Ling's jade-like, tender body writhed on the torture bed.

Li Lintong lewdly stroked her dark, oily pubic hair.

Fan Ling's mons pubis was full and fleshy, rising upwards, with thick pubic hair flowing gracefully down the sides
.

Her labia were a pale pink, pressed tightly together like the ridges of a field in dense grass. Li
Lintong leered as he parted her pubic hair to the sides, then gently pinched the girl's labia with both hands, slowly
opening them.

Fan Ling arched her body, feeling waves of tingling pleasure in her vulva. She wanted to scratch, but couldn't.

A thin stream of clear, sticky fluid flowed from the small opening between the girl's labia. Li
Lintong as he gently inserted his middle finger into the girl's soft, moist passage.

"Oh," Fan Ling lost control of her senses, letting out a soft moan of pleasure.

Li Lintong's finger gently thrust in and out of Fan Ling's vagina dozens of times, his finger covered in
the fluid from her vagina. Her vulva was already overflowing, so wet that it soaked a large area of the iron bed beneath her
.

Fan Ling's face flushed crimson, and she panted heavily, yearning for Li Lintong's entry.

Li Lintong leered at the girl's heaving breasts, a cruel smile on his face. He brought his foul mouth
close to Fan Ling's pretty face and said, "Miss Fan, quickly tell me the contents of the codebook, and I can get them to help you."

Fan Ling endured the intense itching in her lower body, glanced at Li Lintong, closed her eyes, and said, "Don't even think about it."

So, Li Lintong broke his promise and was the first to insert his penis into the girl's vagina, relieving Fan Ling's
thirst while he enjoyed himself. Then came the second and the third.

By the third time, the medicine applied to Fan Ling's genitals had worn off, and Fan Ling regained consciousness, cursing incessantly.

When the fourth entered, Fan Ling felt a stinging pain. Finally, the fourth and fifth men emerged from her naked body
. Fan Ling's body was covered in fine beads of sweat, her long hair damp and draped over her snow-white shoulders. Her
face was pale after her previous beauty, and her thighs were covered in milky white semen.

Li Lintong leered and wiped Fan Ling's lower body with a white cloth, then held the semen-soaked cloth up
to her face, leering, "Miss Fan, this feels much better than your husband's, doesn't it!" Several burly men nearby
laughed obscenely.

Fan Ling opened her beautiful eyes and glared at Li Lintong's face, cursing, "You bunch of beasts, Wu Dinh Diem and
the Americans ' lackeys, the Vietnamese people will never forgive you! One day, you'll see!"

"You filthy bitch, we'll make you talk," Li Lintong grinned and told his men, "First, wash Miss Fan's
body ."

One of the thugs picked up a high-pressure water hose and turned it on.

"Sizzle!" Water gushed out, and the thug lewdly sprayed water onto Fan Ling's breasts, genitals, and other sensitive
areas.

Fan Ling's two firm breasts swayed from side to side as the water flowed. When the water reached between her
thighs , her bright red labia were forced apart, and milky white semen
flowed from her vagina, carried away by the water.

The thug swept the water over the girl's anus, labia, and mons pubis repeatedly, then back again, her
labia swaying and parting to reveal her tender vulva. Li Lintong and several thugs laughed heartily.

Fan Ling humiliatedly held back her tears, letting the thugs play with her.

This continued for more than ten minutes until the thug, seeing that Fan Ling had no reaction, lost interest and stopped washing her.

Li Lintong picked up a clean white towel and slowly and carefully wiped the girl's
two Then he wiped her armpits, cleavage, smooth abdomen, and then her two round, straight, and
long thighs. Finally, he reached the girl's pubic area. Li Lintong lewdly pressed the towel against the girl's
alluring pubic hair, gently rubbing it. While kneading the girl's plump mons pubis, he used his other hand to play with
the inside of her white thighs.

Fan Ling kept her beautiful eyes closed and didn't move. Li Lintong lewdly opened the girl's left labia, wrapped the fleshy labia with
the towel and gently kneaded it, lewdly
saying, "Miss Fan, you are so beautiful, even this place is so alluring." He then gently pinched the folds of the towel where the girl's labia met her skin. Then came
the other labia. A little towel was stuffed into the girl's vagina, then pulled out, and the vagina was wiped
clean. Then, with obvious delight, two fingers were inserted into the girl's vagina, probing and probing inside
. "Miss Fan, you are truly too beautiful. It's better to say it out loud
. I really can't bear to torture this flawless body."

"You bunch of scoundrels, don't even think about me telling you!" Fan Ling said righteously.

"Fine." Li Lintong ordered the thugs to untie Fan Ling from the torture bed, pushing her naked body to
a tall frame. He ordered them to tie a rope around one of the girl's fair, delicate ankles, then the rope was turned...
Li Lintong, with a lewd grin, pulled the girl upside down by her legs, her head about a meter off the ground. He then personally tied
her two delicate, white arms behind her back.

Li Lintong, leering, squatted beneath her, examining her dry genitals, and said with a sinister smile, "Miss Fan,
I'll give you one more chance. Will you talk?"

Fan Ling raised her drooping head, looked at Li Lintong, and said, "There's nothing to say."

Li Lintong coldly glanced at Fan Ling and ordered his men, "Bring out that vat of water."

Two men brought in a large vat filled with water. Li Lintong ordered two thugs to
place beneath Fan Ling. He lewdly looked at Fan Ling, reached out and touched her smooth breasts, and said, "
Soak her."

The two thugs who had been holding Fan Ling's legs immediately released the ropes. Fan Ling's head and chest were immediately submerged in the water.

Li Lintong lewdly looked at the girl's beautiful lower body, at her naked body.

Silence fell over the torture chamber.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds... Suddenly, the girl's body began to struggle violently, her two white legs
writhing .

"Pull her up," Li Lintong said.

Two thugs tightened the ropes, and Fan Ling was pulled out of the water. She coughed violently, her pretty face flushed crimson. Water droplets
dripped from her long, drooping hair.

"How are you, Miss Fan? Not good, are you? Tell me, or next time it'll be even longer."

"No," Fan Ling uttered a single word.

"You filthy bitch," Li Lintong cursed harshly, suddenly grabbing her breasts.

"Ah—" Fan Ling cried out in pain.

Li Lintong grinned maliciously and waved his hand; the two thugs released the ropes.

With a "gulp," Fan Ling choked on water, her cries of pain abruptly ceasing.

Fan Ling struggled pitifully.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds... Fan Ling writhed violently, her slender hands bound behind her back,
her fingernails digging into the flesh of her other hand. Thirty seconds, forty seconds, fifty seconds... time slowly passed.

Fan Ling's writhing gradually stopped, then her labia, nestled between her pubic hair, parted and opened, and with a "whoosh,
" a stream of urine shot out, yellow urine flowing back down her white legs.

Li Lintong ordered the thugs to remove the ropes, lay her flat on the ground, and urgently instructed them to perform CPR and
artificial respiration.

After about ten minutes, Fan Ling regained consciousness.

As Fan Ling gasped for breath, Li Lintong sneered, "Miss Fan, want another taste?"

"You beast, use whatever means you have, but don't even think about revealing the codebook."

So, Fan Ling was released again. This ordeal continued four times that night. It was probably
already , so Li Lintong had no choice but to order his thugs to take Fan Ling away for further interrogation the next day.

Two large trucks loaded with American soldiers were winding their way along Highway 7 through the dense forest. Because this was American-
occupied territory, the soldiers on board were not very vigilant; some were chewing gum, and some were even fast asleep.

"Screech!" The truck braked sharply, and a donkey cart loaded with hay passed by in the side road ahead.

"Damn it, are they crazy? Stupid nation!" the American driver cursed angrily.

"Don't move!" Suddenly, dozens of
North Vietnamese soldiers in coarse blue-black uniforms with white headscarves appeared on the grass. Then, another Vietnamese soldier jumped up from the hay, dozens of dark gun barrels pointed at the two vehicles.

An American soldier reluctantly picked up his gun, but before he could raise it, two bullets pierced his chest.

One by one, the Americans jumped down from the vehicles, hands raised.

A tall, burly man with thick eyebrows and a ruddy complexion said in English, "Quickly take off all your clothes,
now!" This burly man was the leader of the raiding squad, Nguyen Hung Nam.

Fifteen minutes later, more than 30 "American soldiers" rode in military vehicles towards the US military base in the Vinh Ling area.

Two American drivers were still driving; it wasn't that the squad lacked driving skills, but rather it was for
convenience when entering the US base. Two Vietnamese soldiers sat on either side of the two American drivers, two pistols pointed tightly at their waists.

The US military base in the Yongling area was situated on a hillside, surrounded by over 1,000 meters of electrified
barbed wire and a minefield over 100 meters wide. Located on the border of the US-occupied territory, its defenses were impenetrable.

The scorching July sun beat down on the earth. Two US soldiers at the base's sentry post were drowsy.
Two plumes of white dust rose from the winding mountain road in the distance, indicating two vehicles were approaching. Having been
notified that two reinforcement vehicles would arrive that afternoon, the two soldiers had cleared the barricades from a distance.

The two vehicles stopped at the gate. The sentry said something, and the Vietnamese soldier inside pointed to the US soldier's waist. The US soldier
produced pass, and two Vietnamese soldiers in the second vehicle jumped out, helmets drooping, and approached the sentry.

Two muffled groans sounded simultaneously as the two Vietnamese soldiers dragged the two US soldiers' bodies into the guard tower, then stood at
the gate themselves.

The vehicles continued driving into the base.

Upon reaching the three-story main building, Nguyen Hung Nam waved his hand, and the Vietnamese soldiers jumped out of their vehicles and headed towards the building.

"They're Vietnamese!" a driver suddenly shouted, frantically pushing open the car door and running out.

Nguyen Hung Nam fired several shots at him. The Vietnamese soldiers scattered, throwing dozens of grenades at the surrounding
crowd and buildings.

"Boom! Boom!" Smoke billowed from the base. Two Vietnamese soldiers grabbed
two machine guns hidden behind sandbags on either side and opened fire on the American soldiers.

Caught off guard, the Americans were mowed down. Dozens of unarmed American soldiers ran out of the barracks
to grab weapons and fight back, but were torn to pieces by the machine gun fire.

Nguyen Hung Nam led a dozen Vietnamese soldiers into the building. A series of gunshots echoed through the corridors. Several
Americans carrying submachine guns rushed out from a side door, only to be thrown back by the gunfire, crashing heavily against the walls,
staining the white walls crimson with blood.

"Bang!" Nguyen Hung Nam kicked open a wooden door, startling a general who was drinking coffee.

"General Robert, please come with us."

Two Vietnamese soldiers grabbed his arms.

"Bang!" The sound of metal falling echoed from a side room in the passageway. Nguyen Hung Nam raised his gun and kicked open the door.

"Don't kill her," Robert said.

Inside was a young and pretty American nurse in a white nurse's uniform and white dress; her name was Nate, and she was
Robert 's personal nurse.

“Take them all with us,” Nguyen Hung Nam said.

The small team hurriedly boarded the vehicle, and several American soldiers who rushed forward were mowed down by the machine gun at the rear. The military vehicle accelerated out of the sentry post, and
two Vietnamese soldiers jumped onto the vehicle. Amid the panicked American soldiers, the military vehicle sped away.

When Major Kurt arrived with reinforcements, the base was already in ruins. The Vietnamese army's raid was highly
targeted , and the timing was also very opportune. What did they want to do by capturing the general?

George, the highest-ranking American commander in the Vinh Ling area, summoned Li Lindong, Kurt, and others.

George glanced at the documents in his hand and turned to Kurt, saying, "Major, you believe this operation by the Vietnamese army was
specifically targeting the General, meaning they knew he was coming here."

"Yes."

"But how would the Vietnamese army know he was coming?"

"Oh," Kurt shrugged, "You'll have to ask the Counterintelligence Bureau." Li Lintong stood up and said, "It was definitely not
information leaked by my Counterintelligence Bureau."

George nodded and said, "Major Kurt didn't say you leaked information, did he mean it was
related to the female spy you just arrested?"

Li Lintong nodded and said, "The Colonel is right, I'll go interrogate that female spy immediately."

George chuckled, "What? That female spy hasn't confessed all night?"

Li Lintong wiped his sweat and said, "That female spy is very stubborn, I didn't get anything out of her."

George seemed interested and said, "Then let's go together tonight, Major Kurt is
very good ." A closed elevator took Li Lintong and Major Kurt to the torture chamber on the third basement level.

Two 150W incandescent light bulbs illuminated the entire torture chamber brightly.

Li Lintong and Kurt sat behind a large wooden table.

Li Lintong pressed a button on the table.

A moment later, the door to the torture chamber opened, and two thugs brought in a naked young woman.

The woman's long hair cascaded down her white shoulders, and her two firm breasts, like inverted bowls, were extremely
white, tender, and elastic, with two pink nipples adorning small areolas. Kurt's gaze immediately
fell on the pubic hair at the base of the woman's straight white legs.

Fan Ling straightened her body; she knew that in the hands of devils, all concealment was useless and would only arouse
their lust.

Li Lintong waved his hand, and the two thugs directly tied the woman to an iron post. Her hands were bound behind and upward
to the post, and then a rope was coiled around her feet and tied to the post.

Looking at the girl's fair, full breasts and the pubic hair arranged in an inverted triangle, Kurt swallowed hard and
said, "What a tempting girl."

"Of course she's good. You'll see how amazing it is once you try it," Li Lintong said with a lewd grin.

Kurt chuckled and said, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Li Lintong lewdly ordered the thugs to leave, locked the iron door, and the torture chamber fell silent. Li Lintong and Kurt
exchanged and walked towards Fan Ling, who was leaning against the iron pillar.

Kurt stripped naked, revealing a muscular physique and black chest hair. His penis wasn't
very hard but it was already frighteningly large.

Fan Ling looked at Kurt's penis and almost fainted. Kurt's thing was really too big, much larger than that
of an Asian man . Fan Ling closed her beautiful eyes. She didn't know
if she could withstand such a thick and long thing being inserted into her narrow space.

Clown, grinning lewdly, approached the iron pillar, extending his rough, calloused hands to grab Fan Ling's two smooth
breasts, squeezing them forcefully. He then squeezed Fan Ling's breasts until her nipples protruded. Clown, grinning lewdly, took the girl's
pink nipples into his mouth, his wet tongue repeatedly sucking and licking the sensitive nipples.

Fan Ling looked down as Clown's hands pinched her nipples and then his large mouth took them into his mouth.
Fan Ling didn't feel the same thrill as yesterday; instead, she felt a stinging pain. Fan Ling gasped and cursed
.

Clown's penis was already erect, more than a foot long. He squeezed the girl's breasts, his rough, calloused hands groping
her two delicate, white, slender, and smooth arms. He lewdly kissed the girl's neck, armpits, and cleavage.
Soon, the girl's upper body was wet—not with her sweat, but with Clown's saliva.

Then Clown turned the girl's head and opened his mouth, wanting to kiss her bright cherry lips. Fan Ling turned her head away in disgust
, tightly closing her eyes and lips. Kurt's large mouth covered the girl's cherry lips, sucking and licking them,
then her delicate nose and fair earlobes.

Finally, Kurt squatted down, looking with great interest at the girl's two white and tender jade feet.

Fan Ling's two jade feet were crystal clear, as if carved from white jade, and Kurt was captivated by them. He personally
untied the ropes binding the girl's jade feet.

Li Lintong looked at Kurt in confusion, not understanding what Kurt wanted to do.

Kurt lewdly told Li Lintong to tie one of the girl's feet tightly to the iron pillar again, then, lewdly
, he lifted the girl's untied foot, grabbed her jade foot, and suddenly lifted that white leg.

"Ah!" Fan Ling blushed and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Kurt lifted her jade-like legs above her head, leering as he tied one of her ankles with a rope,
then tied the other end to an iron post. This spread Fan Ling's legs almost into a V-shape,
revealing her secrets even more clearly.

Kurt, already taller than Fan Ling, leered as he pinched one of her feet, licking each of her
toes with his tongue. Then he touched the soles of her feet.

"Ah ha!" Fan Ling felt a tingling sensation in her soles and couldn't help but cry out. Kurt

had a fanatical fondness for young girls' feet. He leered as he kneaded and fondled the girl's well-proportioned and firm calves
, then leered again as he extended his blood-red tongue, slowly savoring the girl's calves.

Fan Ling's body writhed. Even after being gang-raped yesterday, she hadn't been this agitated. Perhaps it was
because Kurt was a different race, or perhaps Kurt was truly perverted.

Kurt leered as he touched Fan Ling's round and elastic calves, then her full, firm, and incredibly
sexy thighs.

Kurt slowly squatted down, his head gradually approaching Fan Ling's most intimate spot. Finally,

Fan Ling opened her mouth wide, panting heavily, her two towering breasts heaving violently. She felt Kurt's hand
slip into her secret place.

With a lewd grin, Kurt wedged his hand into the girl's pubic hair. He parted the pubic hair at the base of her legs, and because
one leg was raised, her vulva was already slightly parted, making it easy for Kurt to find
the secret passage within the pubic hair. Kurt smiled as he parted her labia and kissed her vulva, simultaneously
using his tongue to lick open her pink labia minora and insert his tongue
into her warm, moist vagina.

Fan Ling arched her body, as Kurt's tongue licked and sucked incessantly at her most sensitive spot, and she felt
fluid welling up.

Kurt lewdly swung his tongue back and forth inside the girl's vagina, sometimes inserting and sometimes withdrawing,
making her feel hot and restless.

After about ten minutes, Kurt lewdly stood up, aimed his penis at Fan Ling's wet vagina, and
thrust it in forcefully.

With a hiss, his entire penis slid in.

"Ah!" Fan Ling tilted her head back, feeling a tingling, numbing
sensation spreading throughout her body, an indescribable pleasure.

While squeezing the girl's breasts, Kurt thrust his long, thick penis forcefully, penetrating
deep into her vagina, then withdrawing and thrusting again. Kurt was very satisfied with the female prisoner's performance; he felt her vagina
was incredibly wet and slippery, the hot vaginal flesh tightly gripping his penis. He rubbed the head of his penis against the vaginal
walls , and waves of vaginal fluid flowed from their point of union.

Kurt's penis, with a series of soft, squelching sounds, entered the girl's overflowing vagina. Vaginal
fluid gushed out, wetting Kurt's pubic hair and the girl's pubic hair, sticking together in strands.
Streams of clear, slippery, warm fluid flowed from the girl's vagina, then
down her leg bound to the iron post, accumulating in a large puddle at her feet.

Fan Ling's high breasts heaved, her whole body flushed with a captivating blush, her red lips slightly parted as she met
Kurt's repeated thrusts. Seeing Kurt and Fan Ling's reactions, Li Lintong was extremely surprised.
Could the beautiful North Vietnamese spy have fallen in love?

Kurt, while thrusting, said, "Little girl, not bad, right? Was it you who kidnapped the general?"

Fan Ling's body trembled, her mind clearing, and she opened her beautiful eyes, staring at Kurt, saying, "They succeeded!"

Kurt thrust hard a few more times, saying, "That's right, please cooperate with us."

Fan Ling groaned a few more times under Kurt's thrusts, saying, "No, you want me to cooperate? Don't even think about it."

"Bastard." Kurt felt cheated. He thrust hard a few more times, ejaculating a thick stream of semen
into the girl's vagina, then withdrew his penis.

Watching the semen flow from the girl's vagina, Li Lintong said, "Major, it seems your method works too
. Let's see our technique first." Li Lintong opened the door and ordered the thugs to come in.

Four thugs entered and, seeing the girl's still-dripping genitals on the iron pillar, immediately understood
what had just happened.

Li Lintong poured a bucket of cold water over the girl, causing her body to tremble.

Grinning, Li Lintong approached the rack, lifting the girl's chin and saying, "Miss Fan, it's not too late to talk now."

"Beast," Fan Ling turned her head away.

Li Lintong knew that Viet Cong female spies were all very unyielding. He hadn't expected her to speak from the start.
Yesterday, he had used the water torture, hoping it would be better if it didn't damage her body and could get her to talk.
The girl was truly beautiful, and he hadn't had enough of her. If he could conquer her and use her as a
double that would be ideal. However, given today's situation, that seemed almost impossible. Therefore, he decided to use
torture that was unbearable for most people.

He ordered his thugs to dry the girl's body with towels, then clapped his hands. One of the thugs pushed a small silver cart out of
a room, and the cart slowly stopped beside the girl.

Fan Ling stared in astonishment at the cart, which had three layers. The first layer held a thick
iron rod , next to two small clamps. The second layer contained two large plates of bright red chili powder, next to
a pair of long, flat black pliers, over a foot long. Beside the pliers was a strangely shaped, flat object;
Fan Ling didn't know what it was or what it was for. The third layer was simple: a thin blade and a packet of salt.

Li Lintong sneered, "Miss Fan, speak. If I didn't want to beat you badly, I have a hundred ways to make
you confess."

"You beast, use whatever methods you have! Don't even think about me confessing!"

"Since the young lady is unwilling to speak, then I'm sorry." Li Lintong grinned maliciously at the two thugs, saying, "Let
Miss Fan taste the power of electricity first."

So Fan Ling was taken off the iron rod, and the two thugs lifted her onto an iron bed, spreading her limbs
apart tightly strapping them to the four corners with leather belts.

Li Lintong approached the torture bed, looking at the girl's breasts. He ordered his thugs to clamp two clips onto her
nipples .

"Snap!" Li Lintong grinned maliciously and switched on the power.

Fan Ling's body jerked violently, her limbs tensing and stiffening. Her soft breasts felt
like two stones, her pretty face contorted in pain, her hands clenching tightly, but she didn't scream.

Li Lintong leered at Fan Ling, who was writhing on the torture bed like a grilled fish, and then increased the current.

"Ahhh!" A heart-wrenching scream seemed to come from the depths of the earth.

Fan Ling's body convulsed, emitting a long, agonizing scream.

Five minutes later, Li Lintong grinned maliciously and switched off the power.

"Snap!" Fan Ling's body fell back onto the torture bed, panting heavily, her teeth chattering.

"How is it, Miss Fan? Not good, are you? Tell me." "No." Fan Ling shook her head.

The current was switched back on.

"Ao" Fanling's body arched upwards like a toy, an electric current running through her nipples.
Her body arched backwards, her head tilted back, her pretty face deathly pale, sweat dripping from her body. Her naked
body looked shiny and oily, covered in beads of sweat as if she had just come out of the water. Her pubic hair was completely
soaked with sweat. From her contorted face, one could see how much pain she was in. Her screams echoed throughout the torture chamber.

Li Lintong and Kurt were not moved by the female spy's unbearable suffering. All they wanted was her confession.
They found it quite exciting whenever the girl screamed and thrust her chest out.

Li Lintong switched off the electricity again.

Fan Ling lay on the torture bed like a limp noodle, breathing heavily with difficulty.

"Miss Fan, will you talk or not?"

Fan Ling didn't answer.

Li Lintong ordered the thugs to wipe the sweat off the girl's body with towels, while Kurt personally took a
dry white towel and wiped the area between the girl's legs until the towel became wet.

"Pretty girl, if you don't talk, we'll have to add more torture." Kurt stared at the part of the girl's pubic hair that had split open
.

Silence!

With a lewd grin, he stuffed a square piece of wood under the girl's buttocks, then, grinning maliciously, he inserted a barbed iron rod to
the girl 's groin, parting her bright red lips. He then slowly
rotated the rod, inserting it into her rosy vagina, chuckling as he did so. "Miss Fan," he said, "now you'll taste the fresh
feast prepared for you. The pleasure and pain this game will bring you are ten times, a hundred times, more than anything else in the world. If you know what's good for
you, confess now. You'll regret it later."

Fan Ling didn't answer. She took a breath, closed her open lips, and clenched her teeth tightly. She was
aware torture she was about to suffer and was determined to overcome it.

Major ∑ grinned as he connected the power cord trailing behind the iron rod to a power source. The indicator light on the current controller lit up
. The iron rod slowly withdrew from her vagina, then slowly, rhythmically, trembled as it was inserted
again. Her labia were scraped and rubbed against the thick, barbed iron rod, pulling it inside her vagina. Fan

Ling tilted her head back, her eyes wide, blazing with two chilling and terrifying flames. She felt
humiliated, felt a cruel act more vile than rape. Then she saw Li Lintong and Kurt's sinister smiles.

The tip of the iron rod gently trembled, rhythmically thrusting in and out with a squeaking sound, the speed increasing with each stroke.

“Kill me! Kill me!” Fan Ling screamed and cursed, “You heartless beasts! Our
people will avenge me!”

“Who will avenge you? How would they know you’re enjoying yourself here!” Kurt
watched with a mocking gaze as the iron rod churned inside the girl’s vagina.

A hairy hand tightened the current controller.

“Oh.” Fan Lu glanced at Kurt, then painfully closed her eyes. Her body
writhed , her heels tense, her hands trembling as if trying to grasp something. She tried to break free of the leather straps, only to have them tighten again.
Her breathing quickened, her open mouth swaying from side to side. Fan Lu felt an even greater heat than Kurt's earlier penetration; her
delicate face flushed crimson.

She groaned, swallowing saliva repeatedly. The iron rod inside her vagina vibrated violently, the metal and electricity rubbing against the most concentrated nerve endings

on her vaginal walls in her most sensitive areas . 　　Fan Ling shook her head, as if trying to break free yet also clinging tightly to something. She was still holding onto the last line of reason and consciousness, her teeth biting her lower lip until it bled 　　. The indicator light went out. 　　"Well, you're in heaven now! We've given you such happiness, shouldn't you say something?" Li Lintong and Kurt stared at Fan Ling like two hungry cats eyeing a fish. 　　Fan Ling took a breath and slowly opened her eyes. 　　"Pah!" Fan Ling spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Kurt's face with resentment, then turned her head away and calmly closed her eyes. 　　The indicator light for the current came on again. 　　Fan Ling's eyes widened suddenly, her two white legs straightened abruptly, and her body arched backward. As the current intensified, the veins on the back of Fan Ling's feet bulged, her wrists twisted backward, and the muscles in her abdomen and inner thighs changed from intermittent twitching to rapid spasms. 　　"Ah!" Fan Ling let out a series of screams, piercing and chilling. The iron rod had been inserted into her vagina for more than a foot and a half, the tip of which had penetrated into her uterus, and was still slowly and relentlessly pushing in. 　　Fan Ling's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets, and her eye sockets burst. 　　The indicator light for the current went out again. 　　"Well, as long as you speak out, you can go back to heaven." Fan 　　Ling turned her head with difficulty, unable to speak, only shaking her head at Kurt. 　Kurt's hairy hand pressed on the controller again. Li 　　Lintong held Kurt's hand down and shook his head; he wanted a confession, not to torture a woman to death. 　　So the iron rod was pulled out from the girl's lower body, and two thugs began to massage the girl's stiff muscles, while 50cc of glucose solution containing a sedative was injected into the girl's body. Two other thugs wiped the girl's body . 　　An hour later, the torture began again. 　　Li Lintong ordered the thugs to tie the girl upside down on a "grinding rack," her two feet were pulled straight and the rope was tightly bound to her legs, and her two arms were tied behind her back to the rack. 　Kurt lewdly walked to the rack, grabbed one of the girl's white jade-like feet, took out an , grinned, pinched the girl's left little toe, and fiercely drove it into the gap between her toenails. 　　Fan Ling didn't scream. Kurt grinned maliciously as he shook the needle piercing the girl's toes, then cruelly peeled off her toenails. 　　"Ah!" Fan Ling groaned as blood flowed from her toes. 　　"Tell me." 　　Silence! 　Kurt then inserted a second needle into her second toe. 　　By the time the tenth needle was inserted, she had fainted three times. 　　Bright red blood flowed down her white, jade-like feet along her spread, tender thighs, some even flowing into her vagina. 　　Fan Ling was revived by a splash of cold water. 　　"Will you talk or not?" Their answer was still no. 　　So a ladle of hot, concentrated salt water was poured onto her two bloodied feet. 　　"Ahhh!" The girl's feet twitched pitifully as Kurt continued to grin maliciously, pricking the exposed, tender flesh beneath her peeled toenails. The blood and salt water formed a stream that flowed back into the girl's fleshy opening amidst her dark hair, soon overflowing 　　from within .

With a "sizzle," Kurt shoved the iron rod lying beside him into the girl's vagina.

Blood and salt water gushed out from the gap between the iron rod and her labia.

"Will you talk or not?"

"No," Fan Ling shook her head weakly.

"Bastard," Kurt cursed.

Then Li Lintong took the strange device from the cart.

With a sneer, the two slightly curved, flat iron plates were inserted into the girl's vagina. Li Lintong twisted the screw, and
the two flat iron plates were slowly separated to the opposite sides, thus slowly, slowly stretching Fan Ling's vagina open.

Fan Ling kept her beautiful eyes tightly closed.

The iron plates gradually widened Fan Ling's vagina into a bowl-shaped fleshy hole. A thug brought a flashlight, and
the light shone on it, making the mucous membrane and folds of the girl's vagina clearly visible. The pink, slippery vaginal walls were still slightly writhing,
and wisps of heat were rising from the girl's vagina.

"Will you talk or not?" Kurt lewdly squatted down and pinched the girl's two breasts.

Fan Ling was already sweating profusely from the pain, but she still shook her head.

So a large plate of chili powder was poured into the girl's stretched-open vagina, followed by a cup of salt
.

"Ah!" Fan Ling felt a sharp, burning pain in her vagina and could

n't help but scream. "Will you confess?

"

Li Lintong then grinned and poured a kettle of boiling water into the girl's vagina.

"Ah—ah!" The girl screamed horribly, her whole body convulsing wildly, then the
screams stopped abruptly and she fainted.

The girl was revived by the cold water, and Li Lintong inserted a thin, long iron rod into her vagina, stirring
the salt and chili powder inside, and occasionally thrusting it deep into her uterus.

Fan Ling was in excruciating pain; her lower lip was bitten raw, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her twisted,
pale face turned bluish.

"Will you talk? Will you talk?" Li Lintong thrust the iron rod into the girl's vagina fiercely,
sweat beading on his own face, but the girl remained silent.

The flat iron was pulled from the girl's vagina, and Li Lintong kicked her in the lower abdomen.

A jet of water mixed with salt and chili powder spurted from her vagina.

Li Lintong poured some alcohol into the girl's armpit and then, grinning maliciously, lit it.

Blue flames appeared.

"Ahhh!" the girl screamed, the smell of burning hair and flesh filling the torture chamber.

When the fire went out, one of the girl's armpits was charred.

"Will you talk or not, ahhh!" Li Lintong went mad.

Fan Ling glanced at Li Lintong with contempt but didn't answer.

So the alcohol was poured into the girl's other armpit and lit again.

The girl fainted again.

Several buckets of cold water revived her.

"Will you talk or not?"

Fan Ling was in too much pain to speak.

Li Lintong grinned lewdly and reached his hand towards the girl's genitals again.

Li Lintong, leering, took a long, thin wire from the torture instruments on the ground. With a sinister grin, he parted the girl
's pubic hair with his left hand, spreading her swollen, red labia apart. He then inserted the wire
deep .

"Ah!" Fan Ling screamed, her naked body rising to the ground. Blood mixed with urine flowed from her
urethra . Li Lintong, grinning maliciously, forcefully stirred the wire inside her urethra again and again until she
fainted again.

Li Lintong and the others, looking at the unconscious female spy on the rack, felt utterly helpless. Her breasts were still
so white and firm; although her lower body had suffered inhuman torture, it remained alluring,
the thick pubic hair the size of a fist so black and glossy.

"Report," a voice came from outside the torture chamber.

The door opened, and a warrant from Officer George was placed in Li Lintong's hand. "

Just received news from the Viet Cong. They've specified that I'll be exchanging that female spy and Viet Cong commander Nguyen Van Xuan for a general tomorrow at
Dinh Son on the border of Vinh Linh. You must ensure the female prisoner's safety.

" "You got off easy," Kurt thought to himself, looking at the unconscious female prisoner.

On the way back to headquarters, Kurt remembered Nguyen Van Xuan, the Viet Cong commander in Vinh Linh. He had
been captured after being seriously wounded in a fierce battle. The American casualties in that battle were extremely heavy, but Kurt was confident that the Viet Cong's casualties were more than three times theirs.

This was a narrow valley deep in Dinh Son, densely forested, almost completely obscuring the scorching sun.
A stream flowed through the middle of the valley.

"Ah—ah!" A young girl's cry of pain echoed from within the valley, interspersed with the heavy
breathing of a man.

Under a large wedge-shaped tree, a young and beautiful nurse named Nate was forced onto a wooden table by several Vietnamese soldiers. She was
laid face up on the table, her blouse pulled up above her chest, her two mature, full, and white breasts swaying on the surface.
Then, two other soldiers each held down one of her snow-white feet and pulled them apart. A tall soldier
lifted Nate's short skirt, then, with a lustful laugh, reached between her kicking legs and
pulled on her pink panties, tearing them off with a "plop."

"Oh, God, let her go! She's innocent!"
cried Robert, who was tied to a nearby tree trunk.

Nguyen Hung Nam, who was smoking silently with a gloomy face, grabbed Robert by the collar and said, "General, you're really
something. Have you seen what your American soldiers are doing in Vietnam?" Nguyen Hung Nam shoved
Robert .

He hadn't originally allowed his men to gang rape Nee, but the thought of his wife and daughter,
whose deaths were horrific, overwhelmed him with a vengeful impulse. He couldn't believe that the female agent, Fan Ling, in American hands would
n't suffer sexual abuse at the hands of the Americans.

Nee's pubic hair was thick and abundant, extending from her lower abdomen to her anus, the golden color against her fair
skin incredibly alluring. Nguyen Hung Nam also felt a strong desire, but he controlled himself.

Then, the Vietnamese soldier parted the pubic hair, inserting a finger from each hand into Nee's tightly
closed labia, parting them to reveal a captivating vulva.

Nee kicked her legs desperately; she felt a cool sensation in her private area, and she was terrified.

Her labia were thin, a pale red, and exceptionally tender.

The Vietnamese soldier began to press down, placing his penis between Nite's labia and then slowly inserting it while holding her
legs .

Tears welled in Nite's large eyes. With all her might, she cried out in despair,
kicking her legs against the table four or five times, but to no avail. With each kick, he pushed in an inch more.

Nite was finally penetrated by the Vietnamese man. She felt how large and hard he was, utterly devoid of
tenderness. He thrust into her again and again, his pubic bone slamming against her clitoris repeatedly
. She gritted her teeth, tightly closing her eyes, trying to swallow her tears, but
she couldn't.

The Vietnamese man ravaged her body and nerves with a ferocious, storm-like force. Each powerful
thrust of his penis brought a stimulating, pleasurable pain to Nite, making her lose control like a small boat in a typhoon.
She began to moan in pain, a mixture
of agony, shame, despair, repression, and pleasure. Thin fluid gushed from her vagina with each withdrawal, flowing over her
anus and dripping onto the wooden table.

The Vietnamese man began his final thrusts, his ferocity like a piston in a rapidly spinning steam engine,
turning her moans into a long, drawn-out "hmm." Her legs, which had been kicking restlessly on the table, stretched
straight, arches taut, awaiting him to bring a temporary end to the greatest humiliation a man could inflict upon her
.

The two Vietnamese soldiers who had been holding her legs down had already released her, allowing her thighs to straddle the Vietnamese man's waist.
With each thrust of his penis, she swayed, her breasts bobbing with each impact.
The table creaked, and her juices flowed freely. Robert closed his eyes.

The Vietnamese man finally reached his climax. He reached down and grabbed Nite's buttocks, pressing his pubic bone
against her genitals. His enormous penis plunged deep into her vagina and throbbed wildly, hot, sticky fluid
shooting like arrows onto her cervix. Her vagina contracted intensely, gripping him tightly.
Then, the second Vietnamese man entered her

. Nguyen Hung Nam stubbed out his cigarette on a tree trunk.

Three Hu1A helicopters flew low over the dense forest, heading towards Dinh Son in the night.

Major ∑ was on one of them. Beside him was a stretcher, on which lay
Pham Ling, his face pale and gaunt from torture. Standing beside him was Nguyen Van Xuan, a middle-aged man.

Major Kurt had a mission: to exchange the general for his life. Precise calculations showed that
15 minutes after his arrival at Dinh Son, and after the successful exchange, US Marine Corps bombers would bomb Dinh Son,
aiming to annihilate the Vietnamese army.

Nguyen Hung Nam watched the three American planes approach. He was well aware of his disadvantage, so he requested that the Americans
come to Dinh Son to exchange prisoners after dark. Night would be their domain; they could fight or leave as they pleased.

The helicopter reached Dinh Son. Kurt gazed into the dark forest, searching for landing markers.

Three rings of fire ignited 200 meters to the east. 　　Apart from the burning flames, the forest was silent.

∑Te jumped out of the helicopter and saw Nguyen Hung Nam 　, who stood in the center of the circle of fire. 　　"Major Kurt?" Nguyen Hung Nam asked. 　　"Yes," Kurt replied. With a wave, Nguyen Van Xuan 　　and Pham Linh were helped out by four American soldiers. Nguyen Hung Nam looked at Kurt without moving; two Vietnamese soldiers came out from behind him and carried Nguyen Van Xuan back on a stretcher. 　　Then the general and the nurse were brought in. The nurse staggered, her hair disheveled, her face pale; it was clear she had endured something terrible that day and night. Kurt said nothing; what could he say? He himself was in the same boat. 　　The prisoner exchange [full text] concluded, and three helicopters took off. 　　Nguyen Hung Nam waved and said, "Withdraw." 　　The team carrying the stretchers tumbled into a narrow valley. 　　The bomber squadron roared in, and after they retreated into the valley, the squadron was already over Dinh Son. 　　Bombs rained down, igniting bursts of flame, the intense heat shooting into the sky, and sending boulders flying across the hillside. Indeed, a good article! Excellent! =1024) window.open(http://162.252.9.3/bbs/images/smilies/default/excellence.gif);" onload="if(this.width>1024)this.width=1024;" > This article is very well written! Where did you find it, author? Impressive! Americans and Vietnamese are no good either; watching them fight like dogs is very satisfying. American imperialism is rampant and corrupt.

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