Vietnamese torture

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Gao Hongwei has been in the army for two years and is considered a veteran in his platoon. He's currently the deputy squad leader of the first platoon. "I really don't know how he grew up. The soil and water of Hebei could nurture such a great young man, embodying both the spirit of heaven and earth and the talents of the world. Everyone says he's good. No wonder when he first joined the company as a recruit, the regimental headquarters insisted on keeping him as a communications soldier. Look at his 1.78-meter-tall, robust physique—is he cut out to be a communications soldier? He's a standard reconnaissance soldier."

Half a year ago, Gao Hongwei's wish came true; he became a soldier in the reconnaissance company. He participated in several reconnaissance missions, and under the guidance of the very experienced Platoon Leader Wang, Gao Hongwei's combat experience improved rapidly. Recently, he was promoted to deputy squad leader, and this time he requested to join the regimental assault team to infiltrate the enemy... The soldiers, concealed on Hill 15 behind them, awaited orders to coordinate with the general offensive launched two days later, cutting off and destroying the enemy's communication systems.

However, the infiltration mission went awry. With a loud "boom," a landmine exploded near Gao Hongwei. A soldier in front stepped on it, sending Gao Hongwei flying through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. He knew nothing more. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on his side, his hands tightly bound behind his back with rope, surrounded by the terrifying sounds of Vietnamese soldiers talking.

Gao Hongwei realized he had been captured. He couldn't remember what had happened.

"This is fucking utterly pathetic! How could this happen?" "Gao Hongwei sighed inwardly. Slowly, he remembered that he had been in the midst of a tense march and maneuver within the ranks, and that someone had shouted 'landmine!' and he had been thrown into the air. Now it seemed that after he was knocked unconscious, his comrades hadn't found where he had landed, and time didn't allow them to linger there.

Gao Hongwei was soaking wet, and the two Vietnamese soldiers guarding him were still pouring water on him. Seeing that he had woken up, the two Vietnamese soldiers each grabbed one of his feet and dragged Gao Hongwei backward to a well-sealed interrogation room underground, where they roughly..." He was thrown to the ground. Gao Hongwei sensed that this was a large enemy assembly point. He had just heard a lot of car noises and people commotion outside, and the place he had just been in seemed to be a house facing the street.

Gao Hongwei then took a closer look at the completely enclosed, windowless but brightly lit basement. One wall was covered with various instruments of torture, among which were immediately recognizable whips, boards, and sticks of different thicknesses. Many of the other instruments were completely unfamiliar to Gao Hongwei. Several chains connected to shackles hung from the ceiling. On another wall… Several shackles were attached to the wall. In the center of the interrogation room was a large torture bench, next to which was a glowing red-hot charcoal stove. Soon, a Vietnamese officer who could speak Chinese began interrogating him. Actually, what the Vietnamese were most concerned about was the whereabouts of Gao Hongwei and his commando team, what their mission was, and why

Gao Hongwei would tell the enemy these things. Clearly, the enemy knew Gao Hongwei's identity very well. Being captured in enemy-controlled territory meant he was either a special agent or a commando, and it must have been for an attack on a target in Vietnamese-controlled territory. The enemy was eager to know the destination of Gao Hongwei's unit's raid; they were eager to get a confession from this Chinese soldier. The Vietnamese obviously wanted to use torture to quickly pry open the Chinese soldier's mouth and obtain the information they wanted.

Gao Hongwei then felt a sharp pain in his right thigh. He saw a red stain on his right trousers and knew he was wounded. The interrogating officer questioned him again, grabbing his chin and turning his face towards him. Gao Hongwei was extremely unwilling to look at the officer's ugly, typical Vietnamese face; his eyes glanced upwards, and he didn't answer a word.

"What's your unit number? What's your name?"

"..."

Gao Hongwei remained silent. Two Vietnamese soldiers approached, knocked him to the ground, and kicked and punched him in the stomach. Gao Hongwei hunched over, enduring the blows.

The officer shouted in Vietnamese, "Iri wa la!" The Vietnamese soldiers lifted Gao Hongwei from the ground and pushed him in front of a torture bench that was as wide as a person. The Vietnamese officer then stood in front of the Chinese soldier, who was much taller than him, and pointed to the blood-stained bench, saying, "Have you thought it through?" Gao

Hongwei remained silent, but his heart tightened as he stared at the torture bench before him. He knew his moment of truth had arrived.

The Vietnamese soldiers untied his hands and began to strip off his wet uniform—which was just a single layer, easily removed. The loose-fitting trousers were even easier to remove; the belt had fallen to his ankles. Then, the short Vietnamese soldier ripped off his green undershirt…

Gao Hongwei was extremely tense. He could feel the Vietnamese soldier's hand already inside the elastic band of his green underpants, about to pull them down as well.

At that moment, the Vietnamese officer shouted a command to stop him.

His hands were bound… His head rested on the two legs of the torture bench, leaning back without any support.

Gao Hongwei never imagined that yesterday, at the mobilization rally before the attack, the regimental commander and he had drunk together, and he had made a vow to kill the enemy and achieve merit, would now be "killed" before even starting the mission. He had been captured alive by the enemy, stripped naked, and was to endure torture in the enemy's interrogation room. He truly didn't know if he could, like countless heroic predecessors, protect the unit's secrets under the enemy's brutal torture, at least preventing the enemy from obtaining any valuable intelligence before the unit launched its general offensive.

Gao Hongwei knew all too well that this was also a battlefield, and... It was a far more brutal battlefield. He wasn't afraid to fight the enemy face-to-face with his comrades, but now he was alone in the enemy's interrogation room, relying on his will and his naked body to fight the enemy. He had to endure the enemy's torture and interrogation and never confess. He took a deep breath, preparing himself. Gao Hongwei, with his head tilted back, didn't know how the enemy would torture him.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his nipples. Two alligator clips clamped tightly onto his two small, cherry-sized nipples, the sharp, serrated clips digging into the flesh. Gao Hongwei's chest muscles were well-developed; when he first joined the army, he had only just begun to develop them. Yu, whose chest muscles were still almost rudimentary, only vaguely outlined, had, after two years of relentless training in the army, developed well in all parts of his body. His pectoral muscles, deltoids, biceps, and abdominal muscles were all beginning to take shape, especially his pectoralis major, which was bulging like two small millstones. His two thick, long thighs were also full of muscles, exuding the unique beauty of a young man.

The Japanese soldier cranked the hand-cranked telephone, and currents began to stimulate Gao Hongwei's two nipples. Gao Hongwei's mouth was wide open, his head repeatedly lifting and tilting back, in excruciating pain. After another violent cranking of the telephone, Gao Hongwei cried out, "Ah, ah... Japanese devil, I xxx!" Gao

Hongwei's two muscular pectoral muscles twitched incessantly. The Vietnamese officer then grabbed Gao Hongwei's head, which was shaking violently, and slapped his still-childish cheeks. Gao Hongwei's eyes filled with tears of pain. With each powerful electric shock, his muscles tensed and bulged, and his toes, bound tightly to his ankles with leather straps, stretched outwards to their maximum extent. He screamed in agony, twisting his body, but it was no use; the enemy wanted his confession. The intense electric shock

caused Gao Hongwei to lose control of his bladder first, soaking his already wet trousers. Urine was visibly seeping from his underwear. Under torture, Gao Hongwei was covered in sweat, which gave his body a supple sheen, exuding the sensuality of a young boy. His genitals bulged noticeably in his wet underwear. Stimulated by the electric shocks, his nervous system was abnormally sensitive, causing him to writhe uncontrollably. The friction of the underwear against his genitals caused them to become erect.

The Vietnamese officer signaled to the thugs shaking the phone not to stop, to continue shocking Gao Hongwei's nipples. He then moved to Gao Hongwei's side and began to fondle his already erect genitals.

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