War Beast

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In his memoir, American military officer Henry Moore wrote, "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 entrusted 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, straight Terminalia catappa trees reach for the sky. Plants with long vines intertwine like nets, dense and lush, the light in the dense forest as dark as a hurricane approaching. Early

morning.

Major Kurt leads a commando team through the jungle. Two American soldiers at the front, armed with machetes, cut down small trees, weeds, and vines.

The fog grows thicker, like milky white foam surging in from all directions. The American soldiers crouch low, looking around as if on reconnaissance or on guard against a sudden attack.

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

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

Captain Kurt's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he gave a low shout of "Fire!"

Twenty-odd submachine guns simultaneously spat out long tongues of fire, flamethrowers roaring towards the group like crimson flames themselves.

A bloodcurdling scream, inhuman wails—mist surged through the flames, fire ignited the undergrowth, and a rapid hail of bullets lashed 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. Kurt, laughing maniacally, brandished his Tom A-90 submachine gun, firing a few bursts, felling several fleeing guerrillas.

The stench of burnt corpses and the acrid smell of blood, mixed with the stench of burning hair, permeated the air with the smoke.

"Hahaha—"

the American soldiers laughed maniacally, "Jungle warfare is like a kitchen, with the smell of flesh being fried, it smells fucking delicious!"

"It's as good as French cheese—"

While clearing the battlefield, the American soldiers fired a few more shots at several Viet Cong soldiers struggling in pools of blood. Suddenly, a guerrilla fighter rose from the pile of corpses, unleashing a burst of fire from her submachine gun. Several members of the assault team were shot down, and the team members were momentarily stunned; no one fired. The guerrilla fighter turned and ran into the dense jungle.

Only then did the American soldiers react.

"Bang!" A bullet ripped off the guerrilla fighter's helmet, her long hair falling loose. At the same time, the female guerrilla fighter shifted her body, indicating that a bullet had struck her shoulder.

"It's a woman, don't shoot, take her alive,"

Major Kurt ordered.

The female guerrilla fighter was soon brought forward by two assault soldiers, her hands twisted behind her back.

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

Kurt walked over, his lewd gaze sweeping over the girl's chest.

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

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

Kurt grinned lewdly as he approached the girl, using the muzzle of his gun to pull open her blouse, revealing her two jade-like breasts.

Kurt opened his foul-smelling mouth and lunged at the girl's breasts. moonwolf and a dozen other American soldiers watched, 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 hadn't expected a girl he'd captured to dare attack 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 pinned them to the dirty ground. Kurt, leering, unhooked her bra, exposing her two rounded breasts.

The girl cried and struggled loudly.

Kurt, like a wolf smelling human blood, panted heavily, becoming increasingly cruel. Her top was ripped off.

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

Kurt reached down and ripped open the girl's belt, then lewdly pulled down her trousers, revealing her two firm, white thighs. The girl stopped her futile struggles and let Kurt remove her trousers. Kurt

's hand reached for the girl's panty crease at the base of her thighs, and with a slight force, he tore the panty crease open. The girl's thighs weren't very full, but they were quite attractive. Her inner thighs were dark. Kurt lewdly spread the girl's legs, completely exposing her private area. Kurt's large hand reached into the girl's dark pubic hair and peeled up to reveal the clitoris on her labia.

The two American soldiers beside him had already begun playing with the girl's breasts without Kurt's permission. Moonwolf excitedly played with the girl's breasts, the white breasts constantly changing shape in his hands like kneading soft dough.

Kurt, grinning lewdly, raised his already hard, purplish-red penis, placed the girl's two delicate white feet on his waist, and was about to thrust into the middle of her dark pubic hair when suddenly the girl stomped on Kurt's stomach.

Kurt rolled over, and after a while, rubbing his aching stomach, his face ashen, he came back. He violently lifted the girl's legs, placing her two white legs on his shoulders, and with a fierce thrust, plunged his penis into the middle of her dark pubic hair.

"Ah—"

the girl shook her head, crying out in pain.

Kurt grinned lewdly, forcefully thrusting 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.

As soon as Kurt pulled out the American soldier named Moonwolf, he eagerly raised his thick, long penis and shoved it into the girl's vagina.

The gang rape didn't end until noon. The girl lay supine on the grass, her limbs limp and outstretched. Her two fair legs were stained crimson with blood, making her look like she was 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 gang-raping her, lewdly helped her put on her trousers, while two others tied up the legs.

Moonwolf lewdly unbuckled the girl's belt and put the snake inside her crotch. The four American soldiers held down the girl's limbs tightly.

"Ah—"

The girl struggled frantically, shaking her head desperately.

The cold, slippery snake slid across the girl's smooth abdomen, swam over her warm thighs, and then burrowed into the girl's parted pubic hair.

"Oh—oh—"

The girl twisted her body desperately, tears suddenly streaming from her wide-open, 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 pull down her belt again, and a large snake appeared before her. She screamed and fainted.

The snake was placed inside the girl's crotch. A moment later, white foam rose from her mouth, and gradually her face began to turn blue, then her pristine white body was tinged with black.

[The End]

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