Lament of a Chaotic World

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The Lang refugee camp in Qingta was nominally a government-run institution. The government dispatched an army from Mangshi to Qingta to take over the refugee camp. This demonstrated that they had indeed made arrangements for the aftermath of the disbandment of the self-defense corps. Sending a large number of Lang people there would also attract attention, diverting attention from the drug problem.

The government intended to take advantage of this situation to completely resolve the refugee issue. Northern Province deployed troops to round up all the Lang people temporarily residing around Mangshi and send them to the two large wooden houses in Qingta. Once a large number of refugees had gathered, they would be escorted back to their original homes on the western side of the plateau, where the remaining self-defense corps soldiers could assist. The provincial government announced the establishment of a resettlement area for these homeless Lang people in the mountainous region far to the north on the western side of the plateau. There was a tin mine with a long history of mining there, but it had been closed for many years since the anti-colonial war.

This resettlement plan was widely publicized, providing ready-made jobs for long-displaced vagrants and having a positive effect on social stability. The dark side of this benefit was that a group of people who had lost their basic living conditions and harbored hostility towards the government couldn't be allowed to roam freely. They had no other choice but to be forcibly exiled to remote mountainous areas.

Bomanla's first stop after setting off with his brother was the Qingta concentration camp. When walking, Bomanla chained Bonai and himself together, and they didn't untie them even when they lived in a house. Bonai's madness would flare up every day. Every time he started panting, spreading his thick, hairy legs to rub his groin, everyone would step back, giving the two brothers space to have their way with each other.

Everyone thought, "Poor Bomanla, having such a crazy brother with such a strange habit." At first, everyone felt nauseous seeing a grown man kneeling down to lick another grown man's penis, but after getting used to it, they realized that the grown man himself must have felt nauseous too. Honestly, men without women really don't have a good life. Thinking about it that way, finding a woman for the two brothers would probably make things more harmonious.

The woman Bomanla met in Qingta, Meng Hong, later became his new sister-in-law and also his wife.

Only then did Bomanla realize that he wasn't the only one experiencing such utter despair, such a shameless, animalistic existence. Meng Hong's experiences over the past many years were both the opposite and in sync with his. If anyone in the world knew the dark feeling of his burning face, his pounding heart, the mixture of disgust and pleasure, it would probably be this woman who had spent half her life naked, being publicly raped every day.

In the month before Bomanla and Bonai, two groups of Lang refugees had already crossed Qingta Mountain to the mines designated for them by the government. By the end of the month, the Lang people being held in the Qingta camp were likely the last group. The officers in charge of the repatriation found Bi Zong, the son of the Qingta chieftain, and asked him about Meng Hong's leg injury and whether she was fit to walk long distances.

This wasn't the first time; they'd tried to include Meng Hong among those being sent away, but Bi Zong had stopped them the first two times. Meng Hong, with her broken leg, obviously couldn't walk that far on her own, but this time the officers weren't going to wait any longer. They wanted to settle things now. Bi Zong asked one more question: "But Sister Hong isn't a Lang." The officers shrugged. "That…is that a problem?

We can just let her marry a Lang husband. Or…let her marry two?"

Marriage is supposed to be about matching social status. Looking at the other end of the room, the tall, strong, and naked Lang man, Bo Nai, with his brother, had been there for several days, his wrists chained. Although he wasn't quite right in the head, he was strong, and a strong husband was a good catch.

This was a busy era; one couldn't expect too much from marriage. Actually, after those few days, everyone in the room felt that the man and woman at opposite ends of the dormitory were destined to be together. They were both always naked, chained up all the time. If it wasn't fate, what was? No one would believe it wasn't preordained from a past life.

Come here, you… Hong… Sister? Come here… they all call you Sister Hong?

That night, the army officer told Meng Hong, "We'll find you a strong, big… husband. Go lick his dick, and we'll consider it done. I think his brother is pretty good too. If you have any free time later, hook up with your brother-in-law too. Anyway, the three of you will live together, and we won't care who sleeps with whom… You're leaving tomorrow, we'll just make sure someone carries you… Even a fish hooked on a hook has to wag its tail a couple of times." Meng Hong said, "Female prisoners are married, they have husbands… uh…" The officer said, "Did I approve it? I didn't know. Don't say it was Lao Wan who made the decision, Lao Wan is a bad guy, his actions don't count. Go find your husband now, quick!"

This meant he was going to take action if she didn't. Compared to that scoundrel Lao Wan, this official was quite reasonable.

After more than a month of recuperation, Meng Hong now mostly sat on the long communal bed. Her legs were weak, and she couldn't walk very far, but she could stand up and definitely walk to the other end of the house. She dragged her iron chain, supporting her nearly full-term pregnant belly, and sat down next to Bomanla. He was a very strong man, but he still seemed quite shy.

She slowly asked, "What year did you arrive in Mangshi? I've lived in Mangshi for several years now." Her naked brother grinned foolishly on the other side. The woman glanced at him, noticing his right hand playing with his crotch, not moving it away.

What would become of her husband? No one really knew now. Anyway, Sa wasn't here, and who knew when they would meet again? And even if they did, what then? He couldn't expect Meng Hong to keep her virginity for him. The older brother named Bonai was a madman. Meng Hong planned to talk to the younger brother. It was one thing to meet a man who would only have sex and leave, but if she were to actually spend time with him, she wanted to know what kind of person she would be having sex with before she was

actually being penetrated. Both Meng Hong and Bomanra felt the other wasn't a bad person. Talking to this honest man, the woman relaxed a bit that night, and she wasn't prepared at all when Bonai pounced on her. But no amount of preparation would have mattered; Bonai's strength was terrifying. He grabbed her thighs from below, and the force of that thrust sent her upper body sprawling onto the bed with a thud. She didn't even have time to brace herself.

His thing didn't feel like a human organ; it felt like a hammer. The impact inside her made a shattering sound. It was definitely thick and erect, but Hong's vagina had tried horses thicker than his. The problem wasn't its size; it was its recklessness. The woman's vagina was dry and tight, without any rubbing to open it, yet this madman thrust in like a weapon. Meng Hong had been with men for ten years; she was no ordinary woman. Her vagina was thick and resilient, yet he simply and directly, swiftly and brutally, penetrating to the very end. Meng Hong felt as if her body had been sliced open like cold lard, both crisp and weak. She had absolutely no way to resist that thing. From the entrance, the hymen tore open, and the cold, hard, and tight flesh that was forcibly pushed open caused her excruciating pain that made her feel like her soul was about to leave her body. She felt herself desperately scratching at the bed frame; she had to do something, she had to find something to support herself, but the pain overwhelmed her, leaving her with no strength, not even able to close her fingers.

Again and again, the speed of that thing's thrusts increased, the man's strength seemed inexhaustible. This kind of rape was terrifying, more terrifying than a horse. He wasn't an animal at all; he was a machine made of iron parts, running on oil. The machine finally exploded deep inside the woman's abdomen, making Hong feel as if she had become a bloody, mangled execution ground.

Her flesh was torn open in many gashes, and she was probably bleeding profusely underneath. In her last moments before losing consciousness, the woman thought, "Oh no, my baby is going to fall out."

The younger brother, Bomanla, followed behind, while his older brother, Bonai, led the way. Bonai's right wrist was chained, the other end of which was attached to the crossbar of the bamboo bed they were carrying. The brothers used a bare bamboo plank to carry the pregnant, legless woman, Meng Hong, across Qingta Mountain and back to their new home. Bonai no longer constantly thought about running away; having a woman he could have anytime, anywhere, made him very happy. After they were done, he grinned and walked quickly, not caring at all about how heavy the load was.

For the first few days, Meng Hong was practically driven mad by this madman. She had no idea when he would come to have sex with her, and he wouldn't listen to her at all. All the little tricks Meng Hong had accumulated over half a lifetime were useless. Each time, Bonai would throw down the bamboo bed, turn around, grab her waist, and forcefully thrust in. Once inside, he wouldn't hesitate, going all the way in and pulling out completely—it wasn't sex, it was murder. Even murder wouldn't be this ferocious, lasting an hour and a half.

Meng Hong's entire lower body was burning with pain from his actions. Blood, flowing and drying repeatedly, soaked the bamboo planks and strips, dripping down the mountain path. Each time, she thought she was truly going to be fucked to death by this man, but each time she slowly woke up on the swaying bamboo bed. She had no strength left and searched for a long time, unable to find where her chained hands were. Finally, she managed to lift her hands inch by inch, touching herself and finding her large belly still round and full. Meng Hong thought, "Strange, I can still give birth. How can I be so fertile? No matter how much I'm beaten or fucked, I can't get rid of it." Bi Zong

's Qingta Village was now very quiet. The last remaining troop of soldiers was about to set off back to Mangshi.

The officer in charge asked Bi Zong, "Aren't you reluctant to leave your sister?" "

You don't know," Bi Zong replied, "it's actually… for her sake, isn't it?"

On the last day of the army's withdrawal from Qingta, several personnel from the Northern Military Region's Military Law Department rushed over from Tanda at the foot of the mountain. They were sent by the army to investigate the case of convict Meng Hong, who was involved in drug trafficking, but there were no defendants left. The mining areas to the west of the plateau were too far away, and the judges didn't plan to climb Qingta Mountain. Based on the evidence collected in Qingta, they sentenced Meng Hong to death in absentia, but witnesses testified that Meng Hong was pregnant, and the law prohibited the execution of pregnant women, so the sentence was changed to life imprisonment. The army had resolved Meng Hong's case once again from a legal perspective, which could deal with public criticism. They would report it up the chain of command and try to notify Meng Hong of the verdict wherever she was.

[The End]

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