Damn jungle

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Damn jungle. Or rather, everyone who enters the jungle deserves to die. Yingruo wiped the sweat from her brow and concealed herself
in the grass, observing the terrain. Her woman's intuition told her the Japanese were nearby.

This operation was a nightmare. Six sisters had perished in the clutches of the Japanese. Now only the captain and Xiaoping remained
to keep her company. Yingruo subconsciously glanced at Xiaoping not far away. It was still a very young face,
despite the bloody battle. She couldn't imagine how this frail girl had survived.

Sweat trickled down her neck and into her cleavage; her breasts, gripped tightly by her soaked uniform, seemed even more vibrant. Yingruo tugged at her
collar, letting her sweat-soaked nipples catch their breath. It was so hot; she couldn't understand how the Burmese could endure it.

The sisters had long since stopped wearing underwear, but they still felt it wasn't as liberating as being shirtless like men. Yingruo had once
fantasized that her current sexy attire would be thrilling for a rendezvous with her lover, even if she were gang-raped by the Japanese. Yingruo
didn't know why this strange thought had popped into her head; she hated these beasts.

The captain leaned closer, his firm breasts pressing against Yingruo's left arm, making her heart skip a beat.

"Yingruo, there seem to be Japanese soldiers ahead. If we cross the river, we'll reach the last rendezvous point."

"Is it still necessary?"

"Our mission..."

"Our mission failed. Only the three of us are left. Aren't we together now?" Yingruo was a little
agitated, tears welling up in her eyes.

"This is the first time I've seen you cry; you've always been smiling." Captain Manhua said, putting his arm around Yingruo's
shoulder , his fresh breath tickling her ear. "And your smile is so alluring."

"Captain, can we still go back?" Xiaoping asked softly.

"There are reinforcements waiting for us after we cross the river," Manhua said. "

We can't cross the river." Yingruo wiped away her tears. "Don't you think we've been betrayed this time?
The Japanese have been chasing us relentlessly; the bridge ahead must be under their control."

"But if we don't cross the river, we can't escape the encirclement. How long can we hold out?"

The air froze. Survival was the question.

"Xiaoping, give me your gun and bullets," Yingruo said, staring at the knife in her hand without looking up.

"What for?"

"This is all I have left." Yingruo flicked the back of the blade with her fingertip.

"The Japanese are coming!" Manhua, who had gone to scout, ran back, her right arm bleeding.

"Captain!" Xiaoping quickly rushed forward to bandage it.

"The Japanese haven't fired because they're afraid of alerting us, let's go!" Manhua ignored her wounded arm.

Before Yingruo could even get up, a burst of bullets came flying. "Pfft, pfft..."

"They're even using silencers." Yingruo seemed unconcerned, but the bullets grazed her head and embedded themselves in a tree
. Yingruo rolled to the side, picked up Xiaoping's submachine gun, and fired a burst in the direction the bullets had come from. The Japanese
no longer lay in wait, and gunfire erupted.

"Cross the river quickly, I'll cover you!" Yingruo said without hesitation.

Manhua turned around and met Yingruo's resolute gaze. She knew Yingruo too well, this
fiery girl who loved to make decisions, their uncrowned captain. Bullets leaped and flew through the branches of the trees. Manhua threw her
last grenade, grabbed Xiaoping, and ran. Sparks flew from the impacts of the bullets behind them.

As Manhua ran, she listened to Yingruo's footsteps, sometimes near, sometimes far. But the sound was quickly drowned out by
the shouts of the enemy and the roar of machine guns. Xiaoping wanted to turn back, but Manhua held her back, tears already streaming down her chin.

Yingruo's submachine gun was soon out of bullets, and the Japanese were catching up. Yingruo wanted to lead the Japanese to the cliff,
but Manhua's blood had dripped all the way, and the enemy wouldn't fall for it.

Suddenly, her foot slipped, and Yingruo fell down the hillside, immediately pinned down by several Japanese soldiers. Yingruo didn't hesitate,
biting off one of the Japanese soldiers' ears and pulling the safety pin on his grenade. The Japanese were thrown into chaos, and Yingruo took the opportunity
to roll down the slope.

With a loud explosion, several pieces of flesh fell down the slope. As the dust settled, Yingruo found herself tumbling into
enemy territory. She rolled over, picked up a rock, and smashed it over the head of a nearby sergeant, managing to seize his sword. The sudden appearance
of her pursuers , who had taken several lives, caught many Japanese soldiers off guard. By
the time several men surrounded her, Yingruo had just cut down a Japanese soldier carrying a machine gun.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." A cacophony of screams and howls filled the air; the Japanese suffered heavy casualties.

Yingruo, seemingly possessed by some extraordinary energy, ran and fired with her machine gun, seemingly tireless. She killed any Japanese soldier she saw,
without needing to dodge bullets.

Because of Yingruo's unpredictable movements and her weaving through the jungle, even the Japanese squad leader, wielding his sword
, was at a loss for how to respond.

The dream ended quickly; the machine gun clicked silent, just
moments after she had come face-to-face with a Japanese soldier. Yingruo, with her childhood martial arts training, thrust the gun straight into the Japanese soldier's left eye. The recruit, bayoneted but having his skull pierced by
a woman's gun barrel, was dead.

Yingruo had started running downhill at some point, empty-handed and incredibly fast, but unfortunately, she ran into Japanese
reinforcements . That's how jungle warfare is; once you see something, you're close.

Yingruo swooped down and pulled the pin on a Japanese grenade, the Japanese soldiers catching up behind her colliding with it
. She'd struck gold; Yingruo was even starting to enjoy herself. Ah, she'd reached the river.

Several Japanese soldiers guarding the bridge shouted and fired, bullets hurtling towards Yingruo. Having just rushed down the mountain,
Yingruo couldn't stop, but thankfully she wasn't hit.

Using the momentum, Yingruo kicked a Japanese corporal to the ground, then used his bayonet to stab another
fat man in the lower back. Several Japanese soldiers yelled and pounced, and Yingruo busily parried their attacks with her bayonet. By the time she
took down the last Japanese soldier, her arms ached from exhaustion. To make matters worse, she had somehow
been stabbed in the right leg, blood gushing from her thigh.

The enemy was closing in, and she didn't know how Manhua and the others were doing. The longer they could hold off the enemy,
the safer the captain would be. Yingruo pondered how to attract the enemy's attention. She tore off the hem of her clothes and tied it tightly to her thigh
to stop the bleeding .

Lust can be a double-edged sword. A large group of Japanese soldiers, emboldened, surrounded her, immediately captivated by the beautiful woman,
almost forgetting that they had just nearly lost their lives at the hands of this alluring woman.

Yingruo straightened up and tidied her disheveled hair. The red ribbon could no longer restrain her flowing black hair.

Confident that no one would shoot her now, she calmly picked up a samurai sword from the ground, its
sharp accentuating Yingruo's graceful figure.

The enemy commander arrived, his face cold, but the greed in his eyes was undisguised.

Yingruo stood before the horde of beasts, like a proud tamer. She
stood , arms outstretched, the blade in her hand pointing to the ground.

No man could resist; the woman's body, clad in her soaked clothes, was as beautiful as a female leopard. Low-waisted
military trousers, a deep navel. The sweltering heat of the tropical jungle had reduced her clothing to a minimum, barely
covering her most alluring parts, yet it couldn't conceal her untamed wildness.

"You beasts, don't you like to dissect women's bellies? Come on!" Yingruo's left fingertip
lightly traced her lower abdomen, pressing below her navel. "Come here."

This provocation ignited the beasts' blood, making them eager to try. But no one dared to move without the commander's order.

"Come on! Want to spar with me?" Yingruo nimbly twirled her sword.

"Scared?"

Two soldiers charged forward, bayonets raised, yelling. Yingruo chopped them down with her sword, chilling the Japanese
to the bone .

"Officer, you come here. Your sword is quite good."

Yingruo forced herself to stay upright, though many of her wounds flared up.

The commander's sword was already drawn, slashing towards her in an instant; Yingruo merely dodged. A Japanese soldier swung his sword
horizontally ; Yingruo hastily blocked with her own. Blades clashed, sparks flying. The two exchanged blows, a fierce sword fight. Yingruo
now tried to buy time, to stall the enemy, but the Japanese were ruthless and vicious, several blows aimed at her groin
. Yingruo broke out in a cold sweat.

Gunfire continued in
the , nearly injuring her. But her clothes were torn at the chest, exposing her tender areolas. She should have been shy,
but Yingruo couldn't care less; when she chose the cover mission, she had already prepared herself for sacrifice and humiliation
. Her exposed breasts further aroused the enemy's lust; he frantically wanted to
possess her, to violate her cruelly. This beautiful woman had just killed about a hundred Imperial soldiers. Keep in mind that
even the best snipers could only kill two or three hundred men throughout the entire war.

The Japanese officer was insane; his fierce attacks were overwhelming for Yingruo. Now it was a battle of wits, and Yingruo's concern
was for her comrades' safety.

Yingruo dodged the enemy's blade, but was struck on the wrist by the back of the blade, the sword slipping from her hand and embedding itself in
the sand of the riverbank. Yingruo's bitter smile was captivating; she knew her final moment had arrived. One more
blow from the enemy and she would be free. But she couldn't die yet, because she wouldn't give up buying time to cover her comrades.

Because of Yingruo's composure, the Japanese officer didn't rush to kill her. The blade slid
slowly .

"You can't bear to kill me," Yingruo's alluring smile stirred a stirring within the enemy. The saber slid between her parted
legs .

"Trying to rape me?" As she said this, Yingruo blushed, her battle-hardened face as radiant as
a peach blossom .

"Woman, you are the best warrior. I admire you," the Japanese soldier managed to squeeze out in dry, broken Chinese. "
But you killed the Emperor's warrior, so you must pay the price."

"I wish I could kill all of you beasts!" Yingruo's eyebrows arched sharply.

Several wounded Japanese soldiers, chattering incoherently, surrounded her, only to be rebuked by their commander.

"Woman, you are brave. To be disemboweled by the Emperor's sword is a samurai's honor."

"Shameless," Yingruo scorned this man who could take her life at any moment.

Although she hadn't yet been violated, the girl already felt the wolf-like eyes like sharp blades slicing across her
body , her waist, scratching at her gently panting navel. Because of the bloody hand-to-hand combat, the enemy no longer
intended to rape her. They wanted her blood; only blood could vent their long-suppressed bestiality.

She was thankful she had retained her virginity.

"Oh," Yingruo groaned softly. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, the sharp tip of the knife had already pierced through. Was this what it
felt like? It wasn't as painful as she had imagined. Yingruo's well-developed abdominal muscles tensed, gripping the thrusting weapon.

Due to the resistance, the Japanese soldier tried to pull the knife back, but instead, it propelled Yingruo forward half a step.

This situation startled both Yingruo and the Japanese soldier. Soon, the initial spasms subsided, and blood
seeped . The steel knife took the opportunity to penetrate deeper, and more blood flowed down the groove, staining the sand beneath Yingruo's feet red.

Because of the pain, Yingruo bit her lower lip tightly. She watched helplessly as the military knife withdrew from her flat abdomen, the blood-soaked
blade a foot long. Bright red blood gushed out without hindrance, from the spot where Yingruo had lightly pressed while teasing the enemy.

Hundreds of eyes stared greedily at the fountain of blood, refusing to blink.

Due to blood loss, Yingruo felt dizzy and nearly fell, shifting her trembling legs. But she stubbornly refused to press on her wound,
as if displaying the brilliance of her life.

*Swoosh!* A sharp blade pierced Yingruo's lower abdomen. This swift and powerful blow caused her body to lean forward, her abdomen
contracting. The female soldier opened her mouth but didn't cry out; a trickle of blood clung to her lips. A warm sensation came from her vagina, and a viscous
fluid gushed from her vulva. She knew before that the Japanese army was cruel and murderous, and she had witnessed other women being brutalized. But her own
dignity and secret as a woman had been shattered like this. Being a girl, tears of shame welled in her eyes.

The Japanese commander grabbed Yingruo's chin, forcing her to tilt her head back.

"That's satisfying!" the female soldier continued to provoke her. The Japanese soldier

gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand and grabbed the female soldier's waistband with his left, pulling Yingruo closer while
rotating the angle of his sword.

"Ah!" The tip of the blade pierced through the female soldier's crotch. The Japanese soldiers cheered.

The devils slowly drew their swords, brandishing them and showing off. Yingruo had never experienced sexual pleasure, but she
vaguely felt a longing for a more violent and brutal stab to her lower abdomen.

A sergeant rushed in to report that they had captured Manhua and Xiaoping. The news of her comrades' capture utterly shattered
Yingruo's spirit. Her unyielding resistance had failed to ensure her sisters' safety; the brutality and humiliation she suffered only
satisfied the devils' lustful desires. Yingruo's wound wouldn't be immediately fatal; a new wave of frenzy awaited her.

The Japanese commander glanced at Yingruo, whom he had pierced, and waved to his men—three burly beasts…
The soldiers lunged at Yingruo, who stood like a statue.

Two bayonets simultaneously pierced the female soldier's abdomen and plunged into her pelvis. Due to the force of the blow, Yingruo staggered back
several steps. A third bayonet followed, this time aimed squarely at Yingruo's tailbone. Using this bayonet as
leverage, the other two Japanese soldiers tried to withdraw their weapons, but due to the uneven force, Yingruo's body swayed.
Not only the two fools not pull their bayonets out, but the third bayonet, due to the force, also burrowed into the woman's bone.

This third enemy soldier simply circled behind Yingruo, grabbed her hips, and pulled her backward. His spear, held between the female soldier's
strong muscles, swayed back and forth with the thrusting of her abdomen.

The two Japanese soldiers in front finally pulled out their broken-pointed bayonets. Losing their balance, Yingruo's body slumped backward,
her full buttocks colliding squarely with the Japanese soldier's protruding groin. This stimulation acted simultaneously on Yingruo and the Japanese soldier.

Yingruo's heart pounded like a rabbit's. Taking advantage of the situation, the Japanese soldier reached his filthy hand towards the woman's genitals
, which were soaked in blood and drenched. Yingruo instinctively tried to avoid the invasion of her private parts, but the twisting of
her buttocks only intensified the friction against the soldier's penis.

Excitedly, the soldier dug his fingers into the wound in Yingruo's lower abdomen. Inspired, Yingruo turned her hand behind her back and violently crushed
the enemy's testicles.

The soldier screamed and curled up in agony. Two more Japanese soldiers came up and twisted Yingruo's arms. One of them forcefully
pulled out the bayonet that had been implanted in the female soldier's abdomen, and then brutally stabbed it back in. Yingruo endured
the pounding of the steel weapon, the pain gradually fading, and large mouthfuls of bloody foam gushed from her mouth. Two more beasts joined in the torture. Yingruo's
intestines were ripped out, and blood gushing from her arteries splattered onto the Japanese soldiers' contorted faces.

Yingruo felt that her lower abdomen had been ripped out, and she could no longer even hear the sound of her internal organs being stabbed, but the Japanese soldiers
continued to assault her in turn. The feeling of being pierced and torn by a sharp weapon had become one of being pounded.

New faces kept rushing in, only to be replaced.

What appeal could a ravaged belly possibly have? Her own round, alluring abdomen was
gone ; what were they doing? Scraping flesh from between her bones? The female warrior's beautiful legs remained spread wide, her
neck tilted back as she mocked the dwarf before her, gradually losing consciousness.

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