A misty summer night

On misty summer nights,
I once loved life and would never give up easily before it was taken from me. When the Bosnian War broke out, I was still a carefree girl because the war hadn't reached our remote little town.

But I remember that not long after my 15th birthday, gunfire became one of the noises in the streets. The once bustling city was gone because of the shells that had fallen on it by the Serbian army, and the streets were left with only a few hurried pedestrians and garbage and dust flying in the wind.

The whole world loved our little town on the Black Sea. In the summer, the charming sunshine, the thin sea mist, and the deep blue sea would bring waves of tourists to this place nestled between mountains and sea, with stone castles, Gothic churches, cobblestone streets, and butter-chocolate blonde women. Now, the sunset and evening glow remain, but the streets are no longer our streets.

On the mountain, behind the chimneys of every house, Serbs in camouflage uniforms the color of withered leaves, long guns in hand, shoot every pedestrian on the main street, sparing no child. No one strolls the streets anymore.

I first felt the fragility of life on a brilliant twilight, when sea fog began to drift sparsely into the streets, but the distant sea and sky shone with a myriad of rays of light. My best friend, Kailin, and I were walking through the alleyways—we could no longer walk on the main streets after school. Ahead, a group of people were busily gathered together doing something. We instinctively felt something was wrong.

We pushed through the crowd, and lying on the ground was Daimei, Kailin's older sister. Dai Mei's golden hair cascaded to the ground, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her face was pale, her long-lashed eyes tightly shut, her body contorted, her face tilted back. She wore a navy blue tank top and white trousers that clung tightly to her full, firm buttocks.

A horrible bullet hole ripped from the fullest part of her left breast, blood gushing out. Beside her, a basket of bread lay scattered on the floor. "Dai Mei!" Kai Ling cried out and rushed over. I stood there, dumbfounded. Dai Mei, that lively and vibrant Dai Mei, whose silvery laughter could be heard even before you arrived—was she really dead?

Eighteen-year-old Dai Mei was my sister Hai Na's best friend. The two girls in her family were a striking pair of beauties. They both had long blonde hair, slender waists, and strong, snow-white legs. A few days ago was Kai Ling's 16th birthday, and our friends from Su Xi Girls' School held a birthday party at her house. The house was filled with the chatter and laughter of a group of young girls, almost making the house collapse.

Kelly led me into Dai Mei's room: "Come on, let's see Dai Mei's secret!" She opened a cabinet, revealing many different colored lace full-body lingerie pieces, the very sexy kind. We couldn't help but chuckle.

"Want to try them on?" My friends and I had once strolled around the "Victoria's Secret" store in town, and of course we'd seen lingerie with such unique styles, but we'd never considered buying them. Firstly, they were too expensive, and secondly, we all thought they were adult clothes—very pretty, but not suitable for little girls like us. But now, Kelly's encouragement made me a little eager to try them on.

Kailin and I started taking off our clothes. Kailin quickly got naked, and when she saw that I was only wearing a bra and panties, she laughed and exclaimed, "Hey, take it all off! It's a set!" I then took a closer look at Kailin.

I had never looked at her so closely before. Her blonde hair was loosely tied back with a white scarf. She had arched eyebrows, a high nose, watery eyes, a bright mouth, and a pretty, oval face. Her breasts weren't very high, but they were heavy, and her nipples were just small pink bumps. Her waist was very slender; she was 21, two sizes smaller than me. It was hard to imagine how she could support her robust body.

Having frequently danced ballet, she possessed a long, curvaceous waist and hips, and firm, slender legs. In the dim, soft light, the tuft of golden down below her flat stomach appeared sparse. Kailing blushed slightly: "Why are you looking at me? Haven't you ever seen a girl naked before?"

Just as she finished undressing, the door suddenly opened with a bang, and someone rushed in. "Ouch!" Kailing and I screamed simultaneously, pulling the blanket to cover ourselves.

The person who rushed in was Dai Mei. "Oh, so you stole my clothes!" We breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling to ourselves.

Dai Mei's personality was completely different from Kailing's. Kailin was a quiet girl, every move she made was like a lady; but Daimei was lively and cheerful, full of youthful energy. She was the captain of the school's cheerleading team and also the captain of the volleyball team.

She suddenly pulled off my blanket: "Wow! Olivia, haven't seen you for a few days, how come you have such a good figure? Hey, you don't even need to wear a bra! I'm so envious of you!"

I blushed and said, "Daimei, don't tease me, okay?"

"Hey, who do you want to seduce by wearing my clothes?" Daimei didn't hold back at all.

"Then, you have so many beautiful and sexy lingerie, who do you want to wear them for?" Being a good friend, Kailin naturally helped me.

"Alright, alright, let's have a fashion show!" Daimei simply took out all the lace lingerie from the wardrobe. Kailin and I chose our favorites and started putting them on, while Daimei was already completely naked. Although we were both young women, we were still stunned by Daimei's dazzling beauty.

She tossed her long blonde hair back and struck a beautiful stretching pose. Daimei was like a Greek jade statue, her soft curves extending from her long neck to her heels. She was already a fully developed young woman, her long, dense golden pubic hair completely covering her lower body, with only two smooth bikini lines shaved along the edge of her labia.

Her hips were fuller, and her legs were more robust. Her breasts were about the same size as Kailin's, but the peaks were higher and the nipples were larger. The only thing she couldn't match was my 19-year-old sister, Haina, was her lack of a deep cleavage. She was a little taller than us, so her legs were longer and more shapely than ours.

The three of us put on those lace lingerie and posed like real models. I looked at myself in the mirror, and there was a girl with a long, thick braid, a long, snow-white neck, arched dark eyebrows, rounded shoulders, a narrow, firm waist, full, rounded hips, and plump, rounded breasts that were cone-shaped and erect. Her areolas were pink, and her pink nipples looked like small pearls. I thought my figure was really no worse than Kailing's and Dai Mei's!

We laughed and played, putting on and taking off our lingerie until our friends went to find their owners, and then we went out.

That night, Dai Mei's voice and laughter still seemed so vivid: she said she would wear a pink backless halter top with transparent floral patterns on her wedding night, one that could be lifted from the hem of her lace skirt and slip off her head.

We even laughed at her for just dumping her boyfriend and still dreaming of getting married! Little did we know she would never be able to marry.

That damned Cypriot bullet that pierced her left breast ended the life of this beautiful, vibrant young woman,

a life as fresh as a flower! How cruel!

That night, I cried all night, unable to sleep for a long time. The bullet hole in Dai Mei's chest kept flashing before my eyes. I was furious: Why shoot even girls? Why shoot a girl's breast?

I know this question is stupid. When shooting, the natural instinct is to aim for the chest, regardless of gender. It's just that we girls have the most sensitive part of our bodies.

I only hope there will never be war, and that I will never see another girl's breast pierced by a bullet!

The only safe place in the city now is Su Xi. Su Xi Girls' School is one of the few schools still operating in the city. It's a girls' high school for grades 9 to 12. It's located in a dead-end corner of a cliff, surrounded by four churches. Serbian snipers' bullets can't reach the school, and mortar shells can only hit the granite walls, leaving white dots.

Suxi was our domain. It was the only place in the city where I could laugh freely. My best friends, Kelly, Roger, Winnie, and Cindy, spent many happy times with me. The best part of school was studying. Studying allowed me to escape the gunfire and forget the dangers around me.

Days passed, and the Serbian army's power grew stronger every day. Our small town had become an undefended city. The Serbian army could come and go as they pleased, while the UN forces were no different from mannequins in a store, utterly unable to protect us. The Serbian army could arrest people at will, and people frequently went missing. They also extended their clutches to schools; the high school in the city center alone had over two hundred boys abducted by the Serbian army.

Rumors circulated that they were committing genocide, dragging men into the mountains to be killed; others optimistically believed they were simply being forced to build fortifications for the Serbian army. We dared not go out alone anymore, and reduced our trips to buy necessities to a minimum. Fortunately, UN aid continued to arrive regularly, and with the arrival of summer, we no longer had to worry about fuel and heating. However, the Serbian army refused to let us go.

Finally, they decided to move our Sukhe Girls' School to the church in the city center, where they would station troops.

Everyone knew that controlling Sukhe meant controlling the entire city, as the main commercial district in the city center was entirely beneath the view of our four churches. The Serbian snipers no longer needed to crouch in chimneys; their long-range rifles could hit any pedestrian in the city center, and even those on rooftops were under their control.

That evening, I, Hena, Cindy, Kelly, Roger, Winnie, and I discussed the situation in our attic.

"What should we do?" We all looked at Hena. She wasn't just my sister, but also the sister of all of us best friends. She was also a graduate of Su Xi, originally studying pre-medical studies at Belgrade University, but the war sent her back to her hometown, and she could never go back.

Now she worked as a nursing assistant in a hospital in the city. These days, she had been in deep grief. Last month, she lost her best friend, Daisy, and last week her boyfriend was captured by the Serbian army.

"We can't let them take over our school!" Haina gritted her teeth.

A silence fell over everyone. Everyone knew that losing Su Xi meant losing freedom, losing laughter. But how could we protect our school?

Haina proposed a surprising plan: after the Serbian army arrived, they would ambush them every night, instilling fear in them and forcing them to retreat.

"I've found out. They used Su Creek as a lookout point and warehouse. Only one squad is on guard at night, and only three people patrol the campus at a time. We can handle them!"

"How?"

"I know there's an armory in the basement of Su Creek. No one's been keeping watch since the government troops left. We can go there and steal guns."

We all trusted Haina because her ex-boyfriend was an officer. We also knew that with guns, we weren't afraid of the Serbian army. We'd all undergone military training; although we'd never actually been on a battlefield, using weapons wasn't a problem. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone us humans. Girls are no less capable than boys.

Luo Zhi was very meticulous: "How do we retreat after the ambush?"

"Don't worry, there's a secret passage in the storage room behind the priest's room in the east building, leading directly to the air-raid shelter of the Catholic Church in the city center."

"Great! We can meet up in the air-raid shelter first, and then come here! Our families definitely won't suspect anything!"

People in the city often spent the night in the Catholic Church's air-raid shelter because the Serbian army would fire sniper cannons at night, and if they hit our house, we'd be in big trouble. We were all overjoyed when we heard this.

"Everyone must keep this a secret, absolutely no leaks!"

On the weekend, we stayed behind last, and together we stole the weapons and buried the ammunition in several lockboxes.

After the Serbian army occupied Su Xi, they definitely wouldn't have time to clean up all the more than a thousand lockboxes in the entire school. We each took an M-16 pistol, plus a .38 caliber Italian Soviet-made automatic pistol.

We arranged our ambush positions: Hena guarded the attic of the east building, I was at the bottom of a dilapidated staircase, Roger was by the sink outside the dining room, Winnie was in the gymnastics room's mat room, and Cindy and Kelly were at the two windows of the east building's communication room. We tested it; everyone could run back to the priest's quarters and retreat within a minute.

The operation went surprisingly smoothly. The Serbian army never dreamed that someone would attack them from their own camp.

I leaned against a stone pillar on the dilapidated staircase, a stone block supporting my gun. I gripped the handle tightly with both hands until my palms were sweating. The dim streetlights illuminated three figures in tattered, leaf-colored military uniforms approaching. I gripped the butt of my rifle tightly, repeatedly checking the safety, muttering the mantra of "three points in a line."

When the three Serbian soldiers reached the courtyard, I aimed at the first one and pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground. The other two reacted quickly, firing a burst in my direction. The rotten wood above my head scattered sawdust all over me. My heart pounded in my chest. I had killed someone! A wave of nausea washed over me. Thankfully, it was dark, and I couldn't see their blood. Karen and Cindy's crossfire quickly finished them off.

The gunfire alerted the Serbian soldiers downstairs in the west building. They rushed out, but Rosie and Winnie's barrage of fire immediately blocked the entrance. Two Serbian soldiers fell, and several others rushed out. I fired at them, but I was too nervous and missed. A loud gunshot rang out overhead; it was Hena. She instantly took down two Serbian soldiers.

I recklessly fired wildly towards the Serbians, finally eliminating one. The one running back charged into the combined fire of Rosie, Winnie, Kelly, and Cindy, sustaining multiple bullet wounds before collapsing to the ground, motionless. We immediately ran back to the priest's room and withdrew from the battle.

The Serbian army searched Suxi Girls' School thoroughly the next day, but found nothing. They suspected the guerrillas had entered through the back gate near the confessional, so they set up a guard there and locked it.

The people in town quickly learned of the Serbian army's defeat, and they excitedly suppressed their laughter as they spread the news. In reality, only two Serbian soldiers were killed that night, and seven or eight were wounded, but the rumors circulated that more than a dozen had been killed.

We didn't go to Suxi for several days; we wanted to wait for the Serbian defenses to weaken before ambushing them.

Over the weekend, Haina quietly told me that most of the Serbian soldiers had returned to their city for the weekend, and the guard at the back gate was gone; tonight was a good opportunity to act. I immediately called my girlfriends.

After showering, Hena and I sat by the window in the attic. The setting sun was blood-red, casting golden rays onto the distant mountains.

"I'm so tired today," Hena said.

"Is your period starting?" I asked.

Hena nodded.

"Then you shouldn't go!" I was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it.

"How can I! If I don't hold the line, you won't be able to get out."

"Then you shouldn't wear shorts."

"Silly girl, it's nighttime, who can see!" Hena said, taking off her skirt. She was wearing white cotton panties, the crotch bulging; I knew she was using those American sanitary napkins with two small wings called Always. She put on black socks, and then a pair of dark blue denim shorts.

I watched her get dressed; I always wore her clothes, except for her bra. She wore a 38C, but I'm only a 34D. Now she was wearing a backless bra, the kind you only wear to the gym, the kind with front clasps.

It made her breasts look even firmer and higher. Her outer garment was a gray tank top, which accentuated her slender waist and long, beautiful legs. She tied her cascading black hair into a ponytail, and she was all dressed up.

While my sister was changing, I was also getting ready. I stripped off all my clothes in one go and put on my new lace panties—the first lace bra I'd ever bought for myself. It felt wonderfully comfortable. It didn't have that tight feeling of cotton panties. I wore thicker gray socks. My shorts were still the same denim shorts, quite short, making my legs look almost as long as henna.

I wore a corduroy purplish-red girly vest. Because it was so tight, I felt I didn't need a bra; my breasts were perfectly firm and perky anyway. The vest already had some support for my breasts.

I jumped around a few times; my chest didn't bounce around too much, and I was quite satisfied. I really dislike those camisole bras designed for young girls; they try so hard to lift up a girl's breasts, it's so uncomfortable.

Heina teased, "Hehe, be careful to protect your lace, don't let a bullet hit

you!" "Get lost! Shameless! Will a bullet hit your genitals?"

"Hard to say, why don't you wear a bra? Show off your breasts so no one can shoot them?"

"Your mouth is so sharp! Does wearing a bra mean a bullet can't penetrate you?"

Heina has always loved teasing me since we were little, but she's actually very kind to me. I ask her for advice on any questions I have, especially girls' secrets. Then, another question came to mind: "Henna, what does it feel like to be hit in the breast by a bullet?"

"It hurts! It's like dying! You wouldn't die if you were hit in the chest?"

"I know, but... wouldn't it be... very uncomfortable?" I asked this question because I had once been hit in the breast by a soccer ball on the field, which caused a strange discomfort and pain. That feeling was really unpleasant.

"I've never been hit, how would I know? But medically speaking, the consequences of a bullet to the chest are the same for both men and women. If the heart isn't damaged, pneumothorax will occur, leading to shortness of breath, vomiting blood, and then suffocation. If the heart is damaged, the process is shorter, and death is quicker. A slight difference for girls is that their breasts might absorb some of the impact, reducing the damage to the heart, so the suffering might be a little longer than for boys. Plus, girls are naturally more pain-tolerant and resilient than boys, so they die more slowly. So, if you want to kill me, the best way is to volley bullets into my chest; one painful moment, and I'm dead—quick and easy, without so much suffering. Someone like Dai Mei would be in a terrible situation." Mentioning Dai Mei, Hai Na's eyes reddened.

After a while, her friends arrived. Kelly wore a school team t-shirt, loosely tucked into a red denim shorts belt, her hair tied back with a yellow ribbon, her little ponytail bouncing. Cindy wore orange peephole shorts and a dark t-shirt. Roger's black hair was loose, tied back with a purple ribbon; she wore a short-sleeved tracksuit and skirt-pants, along with dark socks. Winnie wore two thin braids, a shirt, and a short-sleeved sundress.

Everyone stared at her: "Hey, Winnie, going dancing? I told you not to wear a skirt!"

"I'm going to be special today! I'm all covered up, shorts look awful!" Winnie said helplessly, adjusting her sundress.

"Okay, stop talking." Heina, being the older sister, put her arm around Winnie's shoulder. "Is it that bad? Maybe we shouldn't go tonight."

"It's okay, it's just that the domestically made sanitary napkins are too loose."

"Try mine." Heina gave her a pack of Alway's Little Wings. "These are for young girls, don't buy the adult kind next time."

"You're so kind!" Winnie gratefully hugged Heina and went to the bathroom.

In the night sky, a bright moon hung alone, emitting a pale white light that scattered across the ground through the thin fog.

The slightly salty fog enveloped us, like a soft veil, very romantic. Apart from the chirping of various insects and the faint music from the barracks, we couldn't hear any other sounds. We quickly took our positions. I wasn't as nervous as last time; after all, I had combat experience now.

In the dim light of the streetlights, Serbian soldiers in their drab, leaf-colored uniforms emerged from the fog. One, two, three… I aimed at the one in front, about to pull the trigger… Wait! More! One, two, three… Good heavens, how could this be? There were twenty of them! They weren't lined up, but cautiously approaching in skirmish lines! Should I shoot? Could I handle so many of them alone?

But they were getting close to Rosie; I hoped she wouldn't fire. Let's run back to the priest's building together; together we'd be stronger! I really regretted not bringing communication equipment.

Rosie and Winnie had no idea how many Serbian soldiers were coming!

Rosie was an ordinary young woman. In our school, there weren't many girls with black hair, and since Luo Zhi was in my class, we naturally became good friends. Luo Zhi wasn't as pretty as me; she had a few freckles on her face, but her figure was just as fit as mine. I loved taking pictures with her because it made me look prettier.

Luo Zhi didn't care at all and proudly showed them off to everyone, saying, "Isn't my friend pretty?" Her family were Muslim, but she had a Jewish-sounding surname. She was the smartest student in the class and my tutor. When I didn't understand something in my homework, I could get the answer from her faster than from the teacher. Luo Zhi wasn't very active; she had such a great figure because I dragged her to exercise—to the gym, to the swimming pool.

After the war, we couldn't run in the streets anymore, but I still dragged her to the indoor swimming pool. When we first became good friends, she was worried about her flat chest, but after exercising for a while, and having Hina alter her t-shirt to narrow her waist, hey, her small breasts quickly swelled up like mushrooms in spring!

A burst of gunfire rang out, one Serbian soldier fell, and the rest immediately lay prone.

"Rodzine! Why did you fire?!" On the other side, Winnie's gunfire also rang out. She didn't see how many Serbian soldiers there were, but she hit one too. Some of the prone Serbian soldiers returned fire, while others jumped up and rushed towards Rodzine.

Seeing Rodzine in danger, I fired a burst at the Serbian soldiers, knocking one down, then another, and a machine gun came firing in my direction, preventing me from showing my head.

But through the stone pillar's eye, I saw Luo Zhi stand up and fire frantically towards the machine gun. The machine gun went silent, and a searchlight in the yard illuminated Luo Zhi's area. I saw several splashes of blood on Luo Zhi's firm, slightly protruding chest. "Ouch!" Luo Zhi screamed.

I almost cried out as well: "Luo Zhi! Luo Zhi's been hit!"

I saw her body stiffen, her hands clutching her chest, she staggered back two steps, bending backward in a beautiful arc, dropping her gun, her legs giving way, kneeling, and then collapsing sideways to the ground. Ah! My heart sank, half-dead. Luo Zhi was dead! How could this be!

The Sai soldiers surrounded her. No, I have to warn Hannah and the others. We've been tricked; they were prepared! I immediately ran towards the east building, but as soon as I opened the door, there were several Cypriot soldiers in the hallway! I immediately turned back, lifted the wooden planks, and went downstairs. The Cypriot soldiers ran over my head without finding me. A burst of gunfire erupted from the east building; it was Hannah, Cindy, and Karen who had all encountered the Cypriots.

I ran towards Winnie.

Winnie was a charming and shy girl; she was my neighbor, both her parents were doctors, and we had played together since childhood. Although Winnie was petite, she knew more about relationships than anyone else. Once, a few of us had a pajama party in the attic. As they talked, the conversation drifted to something embarrassing.

"Do you know how children come to be?" she asked us with a charming smile.

"They're brought by cranes, aren't they?" Cindy said.

"I know," Kelly said, "a boy and a girl sleep together and they have a child!"

Roger tossed her hair: "No, that's not right. They have to grow up, get married, and then have sex to have a child!"

True to her reputation as a talented woman, she knew quite a bit.

"What is love?" Winnie pressed on.

"How embarrassing! Who knows!" I felt my face turn red.

"Let me tell you, when boys have sex..."

"Really??" Although we had all taken sex education classes, the teacher never really paid attention to the chapter on the reproductive system, and we were too embarrassed to listen carefully. None of us knew what happened between men and women.

Then, Winnie started talking to us about foreplay, lubrication, the G-spot, orgasm, and other mysterious, distant, and heart-pounding topics.

"Do you know where the clitoris is?"

We had all learned the term, but we had never connected it to our own bodies. Winnie asked us to take off our underwear. Although we were all girls, we were still girls, and everyone was very shy. But Winnie boldly took off her underwear and spread her legs.

Her genitals were densely covered by a layer of brown pubic hair. She used her fingers to separate her labia: "This is it."

We imitated her, exploring. Having never explored my own genitals before, never cared about their structure, this was the first time I truly understood.

"Don't touch it too often, it'll feel good, and then you'll get addicted. After you get married, you won't find sex enjoyable anymore!" Winnie cautioned.

I turned around and noticed that Rosie's pubic hair was also black, just like mine, but much thicker and longer.

After that night, we were even closer.

Running to the hidden door next to the gymnastics room, I froze. The gymnastics room was brightly lit, and inside was a group of Serbian soldiers. Winnie was bound hand-to-hand to the uneven bars. Her pointed, protruding breasts heaved. A bearded man leered as he reached out and groped Winnie's breasts.

Winnie screamed and cursed, then suddenly kicked him in the groin, causing him to yell in pain and crouch down. Another Serbian soldier immediately spread Winnie's legs and tied them together, the bearded man grinning lewdly as he lifted Winnie's skirt.

"No!" I closed my eyes in anguish.

Her stockings were ripped off, revealing Winnie's stunningly beautiful, snow-white legs. She was wearing pink thongs, the crotch bulging. The bearded man's hand moved up her legs, and Winnie struggled and screamed desperately. I knew that if I jumped out, my fate would be the same.

The bearded man's hand touched Winnie's crotch: "Damn it!" This filthy man had discovered the girl's secret.

He took a step back, discussed something with a few of the Serbian soldiers, and then they all burst into laughter.

The bearded man squatted on the ground, and another Serbian soldier lifted Winnie's skirt. The bearded man aimed his gun at Winnie's crotch.

"My God! They actually did this!" I was stunned, unable to believe my eyes!

Winnie understood what they were going to do. She tilted her head back, bit her lip, and closed her eyes.

I cried out in my heart, "Winnie! Struggle! Why don't you move? Why are you standing there letting them shoot you in the groin? Winnie!"

But Winnie didn't move, she didn't struggle.

"Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out!

"Ouch! Mom!" Winnie screamed. The bullet pierced her genitals, and a burst of blood erupted from her pink panties, flowing down her long, white legs. A lot of blood gushed out; I knew what kind of blood it was. It had gushed!

Winnie writhed and struggled, then suddenly a strange expression appeared on her face, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She struggled and convulsed in shame until her legs stopped writhing and stiffened.

I trembled all over, unable to believe that my two best friends had died before my eyes. Tears blurred my vision. I forced back my sobs, fired a burst of bullets through the door at the beasts, taking down several of the Siberian soldiers, including the bearded man, and escaped to the south building in the chaos.

In the south building corridor, I finally met Kelly and Cindy, both panting heavily.

Cindy exclaimed angrily, "It's bad! The east building is full of Serbian soldiers! We're surrounded!"

I heard gunfire still coming from the east building. "Where's Hena?"

"She's trapped in the priest's room!"

I breathed a sigh of relief; if she couldn't hold out, she could retreat first.

"What about Olivia, Winnie, and Roche?"

"Dead, they're all dead! It's terrible!" Tears welled up in my eyes again.

Both girls cried.

The gunfire from the east building suddenly stopped. Had Hena retreated or been killed?

"What do we do?" Kelly and Cindy both looked at me.

"We have to fight to the last bullet! We can't let them capture us alive! The humiliation would be unimaginable,"

I said through gritted teeth.

We found a spot in the lab next to the restroom in the south building, where each of us could lean against a stone pillar and fire outwards to control the corridor. Kelly had told us there were at least two or three hundred Serbian soldiers!

We nervously watched the corridor, and finally, the Serbian soldiers appeared at the top of the stairs. We fired three shots simultaneously, taking down two. The rest retreated. Suddenly, a large group of Serbian soldiers appeared behind us, rushing towards the door. I retreated into the lab while still firing.

Kelly and Cindy were a step too late; they held the door shut, shouting, "Jump out the window!" I leaped and landed in the bushes below. The instant I jumped, I heard the door collapse, and Kelly and Cindy fell into the hands of the Sai army.

Among my friends, Cindy was quite extraordinary. She had long, straight blonde hair. While other blonde girls had loose, curly hair, hers cascaded down like a small waterfall. Cindy loved to dream. She often fantasized about being a little princess, waiting for her prince charming to rescue her.

She was the youngest girl in her family, and she was charming and pretty, with bright, sparkling eyes, a delicate nose, and two little dimples that appeared when she smiled, making her a pampered girl. Her two older brothers doted on her and spoiled her.

Cindy was most concerned about dating. She didn't have a steady boyfriend, but she often discussed with me what it would feel like to be with boys.

"What does it feel like to be kissed on the lips by a boy?" She was timid and would never let a boy kiss her on the lips.

"How would I know?" I didn't have a boyfriend myself.

"Ask your sister?" Cindy said cautiously.

Of course, I was curious too. After asking her sister, Cindy excitedly hid with me in the attic that day, listening to me describe the feeling of a girl kissing word for word, completely absorbed.

"I really want to know what that kind of impulse and pleasure feels like!" she finally said.

"Then quickly find a boyfriend and try it out!" I picked up her long hair and brushed it against her pretty face.

The main lights illuminated the small playground as if it were daytime. Sai Jun tied Kailin and Cindy's hands behind their backs and forced them onto a wooden platform with a paint rack.

"We'll release you if you call your accomplices out to surrender!" an officer said smugly.

"We have no accomplices, kill us!" Kelly and Cindy screamed and cursed.

"Haha, not so easy!" Two Serbian soldiers stepped forward, one grabbing Kelly and the other Cindy, reaching out to grope their breasts. They struggled desperately. Suddenly, one of the Serbian soldiers holding Cindy screamed and fell backward. Cindy had stabbed him in the stomach with a hidden knife.

The Serbian soldiers stopped, pointing two guns at Kelly and Cindy, who clung to each other.

"Cindy, don't look at me when I'm shot, okay?"

"Kelly, stop!" Cindy cried uncontrollably.

"Ready...fire!"

"Bang! Bang bang!" The gun fired.

"Ouch! Mommy!" The scream came from Cindy.

Poor Cindy! Our precious girl! Alas, could she endure such pain and shame? Two streams of blood gushed from her swollen breasts, and then a red flower spurted from the crotch of her muslin.

She convulsed, one hand covering her genitals, the other her breasts, her mouth open, swaying from side to side a few times, bending her legs, and slowly, with great difficulty, she collapsed; Cindy lay there on her side, her long blonde hair cascading over her face, her legs still kicking.

Alas, Kelly, why don't you look at Cindy? "You'll see when you see it, then you'll know where those perverted Serbian soldiers shot her! Why did you wear denim shorts?" Before I could finish thinking, the damn gunshot rang out again.

"Ouch! You'll die a horrible death! Shooting a girl here!" Kailing let out her last scream. My best friend, beautiful Kailing, had finally been shot! A red light tore open the bulging crotch of the girl's denim shorts, creating a spray of blood that flowed down Kailing's long thighs.

Kailing convulsed, covering her genitals with her hands, blood continuing to flow from between her fingers. She lay on her back, her brows furrowed, her mouth agape, staggering back a few steps until she pressed herself against the wall.

"Bang!" Kailin jolted, a spurt of blood gushing from her high, full left breast.

She covered her breast with one hand, convulsing and bending backward, her body limp, and she collapsed unwillingly! She kicked a few times, then her body stiffened and she stopped moving.

Kailin! Cindy! I wanted to shout, but no sound came out. Tears welled in my eyes as I quietly walked up a flight of stairs to the East Wing.

I came up from the storeroom inside the East Wing's women's restroom, and someone hugged me tightly.

"Hina!" I exclaimed, both surprised and delighted. We embraced and wept bitterly.

"Henna, why haven't you retreated yet?"

"The priest's quarters are full of Cypriot troops, there's no way out! I ran out of bullets and barely made it this far.

If you guys come and concentrate your fire, we might be able to break through."

"They won't come, they're all dead!" I cried.

Henna listened with tears in her eyes as I recounted everything that had happened. She said, "Olivia, one of us has to break through. I'll lure the Cypriot troops away from the priest's quarters, and you can use that opportunity to break out!"

"No, I can't leave you!" I hugged my sister tightly.

"Listen to me, I brought you here, I can't go back. How can I face Kelena, Cindy Winnie, and Rozelle's parents? My dear sister, don't forget to avenge me!" After Henna finished speaking, she picked up her pistol, loaded it with the magazine I had given her, and rushed out.

She rushed down the corridor to the priest's room and fired inside. Then she ran frantically down the corridor. I seized the opportunity to rush out and saw all the Cypriot soldiers chasing after Heina, so I dashed into the priest's room.

Heina was my complete encyclopedia of teenage life. She was a good older sister. I sought her help with all my teenage problems and doubts, never asking my mother. Karen's relationship with her sister wasn't as close as mine with Heina. Partly because I wasn't as keen on prying into my sister's secrets as Karen, and partly because Heina shared everything with me, including her first kiss with her boyfriend. She was a very thoughtful and caring girl.

Heina was most proud of her breasts. From the very beginning of their development, I shared every feeling and change with her. When my breasts started to develop, I often compared myself to her, hoping to have an enviable bust shape like hers. Hena paid great attention to maintaining her breasts, frequently applying breast cream to make them smoother and doing breast exercises to make them firmer.

She used different bras at each stage of breast development to ensure her breasts received the best protection. Influenced by her, I also became particular about wearing different bras, and like her, I started wearing halter-neck bras at age 12, even before most girls wore bras.

Hena ran swiftly under the spotlight; she usually ran very fast, but today her steps were a little unsteady. I remembered she was menstruating; I shouldn't have let her distract the enemy.

Hena was finally caught at the end of the corridor. She pressed herself against the wall, her chest heaving violently. Just as she raised her pistol, a burst of gunfire rang out. Several spurts of blood gushed from Hena's proudly erect, full breasts.

"Ouch!" she cried out one last time, spreading her arms wide, pressing them against the wall, biting her lip, raising her head, and thrusting her chest high, her body curving into a captivating, youthful silhouette. She stood there motionless, pressed tightly against the wall, refusing to collapse. After a moment, her body stiffened, and crimson blood stained her breasts completely.

She convulsed, her body went limp, her long legs bent, and she slowly collapsed against the wall… The Serbian soldiers surrounded her.

I opened the storage room door. Now I was alone. All I had to do was go down the stairs, walk through the storage room, and lock the door. I would be free.

I had only gone down two steps when the storage room light came on, and a Serbian officer stood below.

I froze, unable to move. Our eyes met; he was a young and handsome officer.

He slowly reached for his gun. The dark muzzle didn't frighten me outwardly, but a wave of panic, pain, and regret washed over me. Finally, it was my turn!

Sixteen years of my girlhood flashed before my eyes. Ah! I was about to be killed! I didn't want to die! I pressed myself against the wall, gripping the wallpaper tightly with both hands.

There was no gunshot; I only felt a throbbing, hot vibration against my right nipple, which was rubbing against my pink tank top, followed by a twisting, excruciating pain—different from the feeling of a soccer ball hitting my breast—and a surge of sensual heat shooting straight into my groin. I couldn't help but scream, "Ouch!" My left hand involuntarily covered my right breast. I could feel the soft, yielding flesh of my nipple; I had never pressed my breast so tightly before!

A hot, sticky liquid—my blood—gushed from between my fingers. My mouth tasted salty; I was vomiting blood. My throat felt constricted, making it hard to breathe. I opened my mouth wide, struggling to draw air. I didn't feel any pain, just numbness in my right breast. Was this what it felt like to be shot in the breast?

The officer raised his gun again, this time aiming it at the bottom of my jeans zipper—my new lace panties, the most private and shameful place a girl should be! Why shoot me there?! My girlish life was about to end in shame.

"Ouch! Indecent! No! Don't shoot there!" I cried out in despair, but no sound came out.

I tilted my head back, my long black hair brushing against my face. I closed my eyes in shame, biting my lip, waiting for the most humiliating moment.

The gun fired again. "You can even shoot a girl's piss!" I screamed in shame and anger, but only indistinct sounds came out.

I felt a hard slap on the crotch of my jeans, causing them to burst open. A burning sensation shot through my genitals, a jolt ran through my lower body, and a gush of hot fluid spurted out with a "plop!" The urine suddenly became uncontrollable, leaking out completely!

My right hand immediately covered my genitals tightly. That hot, slightly painful, and shameful feeling only lasted a moment. Suddenly, the feeling changed, transforming into a difficult-to-describe, sexually arousing pleasure that only a young girl could experience.

First, it felt like an urgent need to urinate, then like several small hands gently scratching, a tingling, shy, and weak sensation slowly rising, making me want to hug something. Erotic thoughts arose, my temperament changed slightly, and I couldn't help but groan.

I finally understood the feeling my friends had described of a young girl's genitals being shot! No wonder Winnie didn't struggle at all, letting the bullet easily pierce her genitals; no wonder her expression was so strange after being shot! It turns out she already knew she would feel this way!

The pleasurable waves surged through my body, growing ever stronger, and I was incredibly ashamed.

"Ah! The most pleasurable moment is almost here!" My legs stiffened and straightened, and suddenly my whole body tensed up with an intensely pleasurable sensation, as a giant wave of pleasure engulfed me. My whole body trembled and convulsed, each convulsion releasing a burst of pleasurable molecules that rushed through my body. The sweet, hot sensation made my face flush red, and tears streamed down my face.

As the final wave of pleasure surged forth, everything went black before my eyes. My legs went limp, and I collapsed, rolling down the stairs. I struggled with my dying kicks, one, two, three… Suddenly, my throat tightened, my whole body stiffened, and with a gulp… Ah!… I exhaled my last breath, and then I knew nothing more.

My eyes were closed, but I could see myself lying on my side on the ground. The officer had turned me over, so I was on my back, a faint, shy smile still lingering on my lips. Only he and I knew how he had ended my dreamlike teenage years. He began to remove my tank top, my denim shorts, my socks, and my new lace panties.

I still loved my body deeply, but it was dead, no longer mine. The officer stared at my naked body for a long time. I felt no shame, and I never needed to feel it again!

I once loved life and would never give up easily before it was taken from me. When the Bosnian War broke out, I was still a carefree girl because the war hadn't reached our remote little town.

But I remember that not long after my 15th birthday, gunfire became one of the noises in the streets. The once bustling city was gone because of the shells that had fallen on it by the Serbian army, and the streets were left with only a few hurried pedestrians and garbage and dust flying in the wind.

The whole world loved our little town on the Black Sea. In the summer, the charming sunshine, the thin sea mist, and the deep blue sea would bring waves of tourists to this place nestled between mountains and sea, with stone castles, Gothic churches, cobblestone streets, and creamy chocolate blonde women. Now, the sunset and evening glow remain, but the streets are no longer our streets.

On the mountain, behind the chimneys of every house, Serbs in camouflage uniforms the color of withered leaves, long guns in hand, shoot every pedestrian on the main street, sparing no child. No one strolls the streets anymore.

I first felt the fragility of life on a brilliant twilight, when sea fog began to drift sparsely into the streets, but the distant sea and sky shone with a myriad of rays of light. My best friend, Kailin, and I were walking through the alleyways—we could no longer walk on the main streets after school. Ahead, a group of people were busily gathered together doing something. We instinctively felt something was wrong.

We pushed through the crowd, and lying on the ground was Daimei, Kailin's older sister. Dai Mei's golden hair cascaded to the ground, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her face was pale, her long-lashed eyes tightly shut, her body contorted, her face tilted back. She wore a navy blue tank top and white trousers that clung tightly to her full, firm buttocks.

A horrible bullet hole ripped from the fullest part of her left breast, blood gushing out. Beside her, a basket of bread lay scattered on the floor. "Dai Mei!" Kai Ling cried out and rushed over. I stood there, dumbfounded. Dai Mei, that lively and vibrant Dai Mei, whose silvery laughter could be heard even before you arrived—was she really dead?

Eighteen-year-old Dai Mei was my sister Hai Na's best friend. The two girls in her family were a striking pair of beauties. They both had long blonde hair, slender waists, and strong, snow-white legs. A few days ago was Kai Ling's 16th birthday, and our friends from Su Xi Girls' School held a birthday party at her house. The house was filled with the chatter and laughter of a group of young girls, almost making the house collapse.

Kelly led me into Dai Mei's room: "Come on, let's see Dai Mei's secret!" She opened a cabinet, revealing many different colored lace full-body lingerie pieces, the very sexy kind. We couldn't help but chuckle.

"Want to try them on?" My friends and I had once strolled around the "Victoria's Secret" store in town, and of course we'd seen lingerie with such unique styles, but we'd never considered buying them. Firstly, they were too expensive, and secondly, we all thought they were adult clothes—very pretty, but not suitable for little girls like us. But now, Kelly's encouragement made me a little eager to try them on.

Kailin and I started taking off our clothes. Kailin quickly got naked, and when she saw that I was only wearing a bra and panties, she laughed and exclaimed, "Hey, take it all off! It's a set!" I then took a closer look at Kailin.

I had never looked at her so closely before. Her blonde hair was loosely tied back with a white scarf. She had arched eyebrows, a high nose, watery eyes, a bright mouth, and a pretty, oval face. Her breasts weren't very high, but they were heavy, and her nipples were just small pink bumps. Her waist was very slender; she was 21, two sizes smaller than me. It was hard to imagine how she could support her robust body.

Having frequently danced ballet, she possessed a long, curvaceous waist and hips, and firm, slender legs. In the dim, soft light, the tuft of golden down below her flat stomach appeared sparse. Kailing blushed slightly: "Why are you looking at me? Haven't you ever seen a girl naked before?"

Just as she finished undressing, the door suddenly opened with a bang, and someone rushed in. "Ouch!" Kailing and I screamed simultaneously, pulling the blanket to cover ourselves.

The person who rushed in was Dai Mei. "Oh, so you stole my clothes!" We breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling to ourselves.

Dai Mei's personality was completely different from Kailing's. Kailin was a quiet girl, every move she made was like a lady; but Daimei was lively and cheerful, full of youthful energy. She was the captain of the school's cheerleading team and also the captain of the volleyball team.

She suddenly pulled off my blanket: "Wow! Olivia, haven't seen you for a few days, how come you have such a good figure? Hey, you don't even need to wear a bra! I'm so envious of you!"

I blushed and said, "Daimei, don't tease me, okay?"

"Hey, who do you want to seduce by wearing my clothes?" Daimei didn't hold back at all.

"Then, you have so many beautiful and sexy lingerie, who do you want to wear them for?" Being a good friend, Kailin naturally helped me.

"Alright, alright, let's have a fashion show!" Daimei simply took out all the lace lingerie from the wardrobe. Kailin and I chose our favorites and started putting them on, while Daimei was already completely naked. Although we were both young women, we were still stunned by Daimei's dazzling beauty.

She tossed her long blonde hair back and struck a beautiful stretching pose. Daimei was like a Greek jade statue, her soft curves extending from her long neck to her heels. She was already a fully developed young woman, her long, dense golden pubic hair completely covering her lower body, with only two smooth bikini lines shaved along the edge of her labia.

Her hips were fuller, and her legs were more robust. Her breasts were about the same size as Kailin's, but the peaks were higher and the nipples were larger. The only thing she couldn't match was my 19-year-old sister, Haina, was her lack of a deep cleavage. She was a little taller than us, so her legs were longer and more shapely than ours.

The three of us put on those lace lingerie and posed like real models. I looked at myself in the mirror, and there was a girl with a long, thick braid, a long, snow-white neck, arched dark eyebrows, rounded shoulders, a narrow, firm waist, full, rounded hips, and plump, rounded breasts that were cone-shaped and erect. Her areolas were pink, and her pink nipples looked like small pearls. I thought my figure was really no worse than Kailing's and Dai Mei's!

We laughed and played, putting on and taking off our lingerie until our friends went to find their owners, and then we went out.

That night, Dai Mei's voice and laughter seemed to still be in my mind: she said that on her wedding night she would wear a pink backless camisole with transparent floral patterns, which could be lifted from the hem of a lace skirt and taken off over her head.

We even laughed at her for just dumping her boyfriend and dreaming of getting married! Little did we know she'd truly never be able to marry.

That damned Serbian bullet, shooting through her left breast, ended

the life of this beautiful, vibrant young woman, a life as fresh as a flower! How cruel!

That night, I cried all night, unable to sleep. The bullet hole in Dai Mei's chest kept flashing before my eyes. I was furious: Why shoot even girls? Why shoot a girl's breast?

I know this question is stupid; of course, when shooting, you aim for the chest, regardless of gender. Why should we girls have our most sensitive area in our breasts?

I just hope there will never be war, that I'll never see another young girl's breast pierced by a bullet!

Now, the only safe place in town is Sue Creek. Sue Creek Girls' School is one of the few remaining schools in town. It's a girls' high school for grades 9-12. It's perched in a secluded corner of a cliff, surrounded by four churches. Serbian sniper bullets can't reach the school, and mortar shells only hit the granite walls, leaving white dots.

Sue Creek is our domain. It's the only place in the city where I can laugh freely. My best friends, Kelly, Roger, Winnie, and Cindy, have spent many happy times with me. The best part of school is studying. Studying allows me to escape the gunfire and forget the dangers around me.

Days pass, and the Serbian forces grow stronger every day. Our small town has become an undefended city. The Serbian army can come and go as it pleases, while the UN forces are no different from mannequins in a store—they are utterly incapable of protecting us. The Serbian army can arrest people at will, and people frequently go missing. They've even extended their reach to schools; the high school in the town center alone has had over two hundred boys abducted by the Serbian army.

Rumors circulate that they are carrying out genocide, dragging men into the mountains to kill them; others optimistically believe they are simply being forced to build fortifications for the Serbian army. We dare not go out alone anymore, and we've reduced our trips to buy necessities to a minimum. Fortunately, UN aid still arrives regularly, and with the arrival of summer, we no longer need to worry about fuel and heating. However, the Serbian army wouldn't let us go.

Finally, they decided to move our Susie Girls' School to the church in the city center; they were going to station troops at our school.

Everyone knew that controlling Susie meant controlling the whole city. Because the main commercial district in the city center was entirely under the view of our four churches. The Serbian snipers no longer needed to crouch in their chimneys; their long-range rifles could hit any pedestrian in the city center, and even those on rooftops were under their control.

That night, I, Hena, Cindy, Kelly, Roger, Winnie, and I discussed things in our attic.

"What should we do?" We all looked at Hena. She wasn't just my sister, but also the sister of all of us good friends. She was also a graduate of Su Xi's school. She had been studying pre-medical studies at Belgrade University, but the war sent her back to her hometown, and she could never return.

Now she worked as a nursing assistant at a hospital in the city. These past few days, she had been consumed by grief. Last month she lost her best friend, Dai Mei, and last week her boyfriend was captured by the Serbian army.

"We can't let them take over our school!" Haina gritted her teeth. A

silence fell over everyone. Everyone knew that losing Su Xi meant losing freedom, losing laughter. But how could we protect our school?

Haina proposed a surprising plan: after the Serbian army occupied the area, they would ambush them every night, instilling fear in them and forcing them to retreat.

"I've found out. They used Su Creek as a lookout point and warehouse. Only one squad is on guard at night, and only three people patrol the campus at a time. We can handle them!"

"How?"

"I know there's an armory in the basement of Su Creek. No one's been keeping watch since the government troops left. We can go there and steal guns."

We all trusted Haina because her ex-boyfriend was an officer. We also knew that with guns, we weren't afraid of the Serbian army. We'd all undergone military training; although we'd never actually been on a battlefield, using weapons wasn't a problem. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone us humans. Girls are no less capable than boys.

Luo Zhi was very meticulous: "How do we retreat after the ambush?"

"Don't worry, there's a secret passage in the storage room behind the priest's room in the east building, leading directly to the air-raid shelter of the Catholic Church in the city center."

"Great! We can meet up in the air-raid shelter first, and then come here! Our families definitely won't suspect anything!"

People in the city often spent the night in the Catholic Church's air-raid shelter because the Serbian army would fire sniper cannons at night, and if they hit our house, we'd be in big trouble. We were all overjoyed when we heard this.

"Everyone must keep this a secret, absolutely no leaks!"

On the weekend, we stayed behind last, and together we stole the weapons and buried the ammunition in several lockboxes.

After the Serbian army occupied Su Xi, they definitely wouldn't have time to clean up all the more than a thousand lockboxes in the entire school. We each took an M-16 pistol, plus a .38 caliber Italian Soviet-made automatic pistol.

We arranged our ambush positions: Hena guarded the attic of the east building, I was at the bottom of a dilapidated staircase, Roger was by the sink outside the dining room, Winnie was in the gymnastics room's mat room, and Cindy and Kelly were at the two windows of the east building's communication room. We tested it; everyone could run back to the priest's quarters and retreat within a minute.

The operation went surprisingly smoothly. The Serbian army never dreamed that someone would attack them from their own camp.

I leaned against a stone pillar on the dilapidated staircase, a stone block supporting my gun. I gripped the handle tightly with both hands until my palms were sweating. The dim streetlights illuminated three figures in tattered, leaf-colored military uniforms approaching. I gripped the butt of my rifle tightly, repeatedly checking the safety, muttering the mantra of "three points in a line."

When the three Serbian soldiers reached the courtyard, I aimed at the first one and pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground. The other two reacted quickly, firing a burst in my direction. The rotten wood above my head scattered sawdust all over me. My heart pounded in my chest. I had killed someone! A wave of nausea washed over me. Thankfully, it was dark, and I couldn't see their blood. Karen and Cindy's crossfire quickly finished them off.

The gunfire alerted the Serbian soldiers downstairs in the west building. They rushed out, but Rosie and Winnie's barrage of fire immediately blocked the entrance. Two Serbian soldiers fell, and several others rushed out. I fired at them, but I was too nervous and missed. A loud gunshot rang out overhead; it was Hena. She instantly took down two Serbian soldiers.

I recklessly fired wildly towards the Serbians, finally eliminating one. The one running back charged into the combined fire of Rosie, Winnie, Kelly, and Cindy, sustaining multiple bullet wounds before collapsing to the ground, motionless. We immediately ran back to the priest's room and withdrew from the battle.

The Serbian army searched Suxi Girls' School thoroughly the next day, but found nothing. They suspected the guerrillas had entered through the back gate near the confessional, so they set up a guard there and locked it.

The people in town quickly learned of the Serbian army's defeat, and they excitedly suppressed their laughter as they spread the news. In reality, only two Serbian soldiers were killed that night, and seven or eight were wounded, but the rumors circulated that more than a dozen had been killed.

We didn't go to Suxi for several days; we wanted to wait for the Serbian defenses to weaken before ambushing them.

Over the weekend, Haina quietly told me that most of the Serbian soldiers had returned to their city for the weekend, and the guard at the back gate was gone; tonight was a good opportunity to act. I immediately called my girlfriends.

After showering, Hena and I sat by the window in the attic. The setting sun was blood-red, casting golden rays onto the distant mountains.

"I'm so tired today," Hena said.

"Is your period starting?" I asked.

Hena nodded.

"Then you shouldn't go!" I was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it.

"How can I! If I don't hold that spot, you won't be able to get out."

"Then you shouldn't wear shorts."

"Silly girl, it's nighttime, who can see!" Hena said, taking off her skirt. She was wearing white cotton thongs, the crotch bulging; I knew she was using those American sanitary napkins with two little wings called Always. She put on black socks, then dark blue denim shorts.

I watched her get dressed; I always took her clothes, except for her bra. She was a 38C, but I was only a 34D. Now she was wearing a backless bra, the kind you only wear to the gym, the kind that fastens in the front.

It made her breasts look even firmer and higher. Her outer garment was a gray girlish vest, which accentuated her slender waist and long, beautiful legs. She tied her cascading black hair into a ponytail, and she was all dressed.

While my sister was changing, I was also getting ready. I stripped off all my clothes in one go and put on my new lace panties—the first lace bra I'd ever bought for myself. It felt wonderfully comfortable. It didn't have that tight feeling of cotton panties. I wore thicker gray socks. My shorts were still the same denim shorts, quite short, making my legs look almost as long as henna's.

I wore a corduroy purplish-red girlish vest, and because it was so tight, I felt I didn't need a bra, since my breasts were quite firm and perky anyway. The tank top I wore already had some support on the chest.

I jumped a few times, and my chest didn't jiggle too much, which I was satisfied with. I really dislike those suspender bras designed for young girls; they try so hard to lift up someone's breasts, making them very uncomfortable.

Heina teased, "Hehe, be careful to protect your lace, don't let bullets hit you!"

"Get lost! Shameless! Will bullets hit your genitals?"

"Hard to say, why don't you wear a bra? Show off your breasts so no one can shoot them?"

"Your mouth is so sharp! Do you think bullets can't penetrate you if you wear a bra?"

Heina had always loved teasing me since we were little, but she was actually very kind to me. I would ask her for advice on any difficult questions, especially girls' secrets. Then, another question came to mind: "Henna, what does it feel like to be hit in the breast by a bullet?"

"It hurts! It's like dying! You wouldn't die if you were hit in the chest?"

"I know, but... wouldn't it be... very uncomfortable?" I asked this question because I had once been hit in the breast by a soccer ball on the field, which caused a strange discomfort and pain. That feeling was really unpleasant.

"I've never been hit, how would I know? But medically speaking, the consequences of a bullet to the chest are the same for both men and women. If the heart isn't damaged, pneumothorax will occur, leading to shortness of breath, vomiting blood, and then suffocation. If the heart is damaged, the process is shorter, and death is quicker. A slight difference for girls is that their breasts might absorb some of the impact, reducing the damage to the heart, so the suffering might be a little longer than for boys. Plus, girls are naturally more pain-tolerant and resilient than boys, so they die more slowly. So, if you want to kill me, the best way is to volley bullets into my chest; one painful moment, and I'm dead—quick and easy, without so much suffering. Someone like Dai Mei would be in a terrible situation." Mentioning Dai Mei, Hai Na's eyes reddened.

After a while, her friends arrived. Kelly wore a school team t-shirt, loosely tucked into a red denim shorts belt, her hair tied back with a yellow ribbon, her little ponytail bouncing. Cindy wore orange peephole shorts and a dark t-shirt. Roger's black hair was loose, tied back with a purple ribbon; she wore a short-sleeved tracksuit and skirt-pants, along with dark socks. Winnie wore two thin braids, a shirt, and a short-sleeved sundress.

Everyone stared at her: "Hey, Winnie, going dancing? I told you not to wear a skirt!"

"I'm going to be special today! I'm all covered up, shorts look awful!" Winnie said helplessly, adjusting her sundress.

"Okay, stop talking." Heina, being the older sister, put her arm around Winnie's shoulder. "Is it that bad? Maybe we shouldn't go tonight."

"It's okay, it's just that the domestically made sanitary napkins are too loose."

"Try mine." Heina gave her a pack of Alway's Little Wings. "These are for young girls, don't buy the adult kind next time."

"You're so kind!" Winnie gratefully hugged Heina and went to the bathroom.

In the night sky, a bright moon hung alone, emitting a pale white light that scattered across the ground through the thin fog.

The slightly salty fog enveloped us, like a soft veil, very romantic. Apart from the chirping of various insects and the faint music from the barracks, we couldn't hear any other sounds. We quickly took our positions. I wasn't as nervous as last time; after all, I had combat experience now.

In the dim light of the streetlights, Serbian soldiers in their drab, leaf-colored uniforms emerged from the fog. One, two, three… I aimed at the one in front, about to pull the trigger… Wait! More! One, two, three… Good heavens, how could this be? There were twenty of them! They weren't lined up, but cautiously approaching in skirmish lines! Should I shoot? Could I handle so many of them alone?

But they were getting close to Rosie; I hoped she wouldn't fire. Let's run back to the priest's building together; together we'd be stronger! I really regretted not bringing communication equipment.

Rosie and Winnie had no idea how many Serbian soldiers were coming!

Rosie was an ordinary young woman. In our school, there weren't many girls with black hair, and since Luo Zhi was in my class, we naturally became good friends. Luo Zhi wasn't as pretty as me; she had a few freckles on her face, but her figure was just as fit as mine. I loved taking pictures with her because it made me look prettier.

Luo Zhi didn't care at all and proudly showed them off to everyone, saying, "Isn't my friend pretty?" Her family were Muslim, but she had a Jewish-sounding surname. She was the smartest student in the class and my tutor. When I didn't understand something in my homework, I could get the answer from her faster than from the teacher. Luo Zhi wasn't very active; she had such a great figure because I dragged her to exercise—to the gym, to the swimming pool.

After the war, we couldn't run in the streets anymore, but I still dragged her to the indoor swimming pool. When we first became good friends, she was worried about her flat chest, but after exercising for a while, and having Hina alter her t-shirt to narrow her waist, hey, her small breasts quickly swelled up like mushrooms in spring!

A burst of gunfire rang out, one Serbian soldier fell, and the rest immediately lay prone.

"Rodzine! Why did you fire?!" On the other side, Winnie's gunfire also rang out. She didn't see how many Serbian soldiers there were, but she hit one too. Some of the prone Serbian soldiers returned fire, while others jumped up and rushed towards Rodzine.

Seeing Rodzine in danger, I fired a burst at the Serbian soldiers, knocking one down, then another, and a machine gun came firing in my direction, preventing me from showing my head.

But through the stone pillar's eye, I saw Luo Zhi stand up and fire frantically towards the machine gun. The machine gun went silent, and a searchlight in the yard illuminated Luo Zhi's area. I saw several splashes of blood appear on Luo Zhi's firm, slightly protruding chest. "Ouch!" Luo Zhi screamed.

I almost cried out as well: "Luo Zhi! Luo Zhi's been hit!"

I saw her body stiffen, her hands clutching her chest, she staggered back two steps, bending backward in a beautiful arc, dropping her gun, her legs giving way, kneeling, and then collapsing sideways to the ground. Ah! My heart sank, half-dead. Luo Zhi was dead! How could this be!

The Cypriots surrounded us. No, I had to warn Hannah and the others; we'd fallen into a trap, they were prepared! I immediately ran towards the east building, but as soon as I opened the door, there were several Cypriots in the corridor! I immediately turned back, lifted the wooden planks, and went downstairs. The Cypriots ran over my head, not finding me. A burst of gunfire erupted from the east building; it was Hannah, Cindy, and Karen who had all encountered the Cypriots.

I ran towards Winnie.

Winnie was a charming, shy girl; she was my neighbor, both her parents were doctors, and we'd played together since childhood. Although Winnie was petite, she knew more about relationships than anyone else. Once, a few of us had a pajama party in the attic. As they talked, the conversation drifted to something embarrassing.

"Do you know how children come about?" she asked us with a charming smile.

"They're brought by cranes, right?" Cindy said.

"I know," Kelly said, "when a boy and a girl sleep together, they have a baby!" Roger

tossed her hair: "No, you have to grow up, then get married, then have sex, and then you'll have a child!"

Being a clever woman, she knew quite a bit.

"What is love?" Winnie pressed on.

"How embarrassing, who would know!" I felt my face turn red.

"Let me tell you, when a boy has sex..."

"Really??" Although we had all taken sex education classes, the teacher never really paid attention to the chapter on the reproductive system, and we were too embarrassed to listen carefully. None of us knew what happened between men and women.

Then, Winnie started talking to us about foreplay, lubrication, the G-spot, and orgasms—all mysterious, distant, and yet heart-pounding topics.

"Do you know where the clitoris is?"

We'd all learned the term, but never connected it to our own bodies. Winnie asked us to take off our underwear. Although we were all girls, we were still girls, and everyone was shy. But Winnie boldly took off her underwear and spread her legs.

Her genitals were densely covered by brown pubic hair. She used her fingers to separate her labia: "This is it."

We imitated her, exploring. Growing up, I'd never explored my own genitals before, never cared about their structure. This time, I finally understood a little.

"Don't touch it too often, it'll feel good, and then you'll get addicted. Once you're married, you won't enjoy sex anymore!" Winnie warned.

I turned around and noticed that Rosie's pubic hair was the same black as mine, but much thicker and longer.

After that night, we were even closer.

I ran to the hidden door next to the gymnastics room and froze. The gymnastics room was brightly lit, and inside was a group of soldiers. Winnie was tied to the uneven bars with her hands behind her back. Her pointed, protruding breasts heaved. A bearded man leered and reached out to grope and pinch Winnie's breasts.

Winnie screamed and cursed, then suddenly kicked him in the groin, causing the bearded man to yell in pain and squat down. Another Serbian soldier immediately tied Winnie's legs apart, and the bearded man grinned lewdly as he lifted Winnie's skirt.

"No!" I cried out in anguish, closing my eyes.

Her stockings were ripped off, revealing Winnie's stunningly white legs. She was wearing pink thongs, the crotch bulging. The bearded man's hand moved up her legs, and Winnie struggled and screamed desperately. I knew that if I jumped out, I would suffer the same fate.

The bearded man's hand touched Winnie's crotch: "Damn it!" This vile man had discovered the girl's secret.

He stepped back, conversed with some Serbian soldiers, and then they all burst into laughter.

The bearded man squatted on the ground, and another Serbian soldier lifted Winnie's skirt. The bearded man aimed his gun at Winnie's crotch.

"My God! How could they do such a thing!" I was stunned, unable to believe my eyes!

Winnie understood what they were going to do. She tilted her head back, bit her lip, and closed her eyes.

In my mind, I cried out, "Winnie! Struggle! Why aren't you moving? Why are you just standing there letting them shoot you in the groin? Winnie!"

But Winnie didn't move, she didn't struggle.

"Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out!

"Ouch! Oh my god!" Winnie screamed. The bullet pierced her genitals, and a burst of blood erupted from Winnie's pink panties, flowing down her long, white legs. A lot of blood gushed out; I knew what kind of blood it was. It gushed out!

Winnie struggled, writhing, when suddenly a strange expression appeared on her face—a mixture of pain and pleasure. She struggled and convulsed in shame until her legs stopped moving and stiffened.

I trembled, unable to believe that my two best friends had died before my eyes. Tears blurred my vision, and I fought back sobs, firing a burst of bullets through the door at the beasts, taking down several of the savages, including the bearded man. Taking advantage of the chaos, I escaped to the south building.

In the south building's corridor, I finally encountered Kelly and Cindy, both panting heavily.

"It's bad! The east building is full of Serbian soldiers! We're surrounded!" Cindy exclaimed angrily.

I could still hear gunfire from the east building. "Where's Hena?"

"She's trapped in the priest's room!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. If she couldn't hold out, she could retreat first.

"What about Olivia, Winnie, and Roche?"

"Dead, they're all dead! It's terrible!" Tears welled up in my eyes again.

Both girls started crying.

The gunfire from the east building suddenly stopped. Had Hena retreated or been killed?

"What do we do?" Karen and Cindy looked at me.

"We have to fight to the last bullet! We can't let them capture us alive! The humiliation is unimaginable,"

I said through gritted teeth.

We found a spot in the lab next to the restroom in the south building. Each of us could use a stone pillar as cover to fire outwards and control the corridor. Kelly said there were at least two or three hundred Serbian soldiers!

We nervously watched the corridor, and finally, the Serbian soldiers appeared at the top of the stairs. We fired three shots simultaneously, taking down two. The rest retreated. Suddenly, a large group of Serbian soldiers appeared behind us, rushing towards the door. I retreated into the lab while firing.

Kelly and Cindy were a step too late; they held the door shut, shouting, "Jump out the window!" I leaped, landing in the bushes below. The instant I jumped, I heard the door collapse, and Kelly and Cindy fell into the hands of the Serbian soldiers.

Among my friends, Cindy is quite extraordinary. She had long, straight blonde hair. While other blonde girls had loose, curly hair, hers cascaded down like a small waterfall. Cindy loved to dream. She often fantasized about being a little princess, waiting for her prince charming to rescue her.

She was the youngest girl in her family, and she was charming and pretty, with bright, sparkling eyes, a delicate nose, and two little dimples that appeared when she smiled, making her a pampered girl. Her two older brothers doted on her and spoiled her.

Cindy was most concerned about dating. She didn't have a steady boyfriend, but she often discussed with me what it would feel like to be with boys.

"What does it feel like when a boy kisses your lips?" She was timid and would never let a boy kiss her on the lips.

"How would I know?" I didn't have a boyfriend myself.

"Ask your sister?" Cindy asked cautiously.

Of course, I was curious too. After asking her sister, Cindy excitedly hid with me in the attic and listened to me describe the feeling of kissing a girl word for word. She was completely captivated.

"I really want to know what that kind of impulse and pleasure feels like!" she finally said.

"Then hurry up and find a boyfriend to try it out!" I picked up her long hair and brushed it against her pretty face.

The bright lights illuminated the small playground as if it were daytime. The Serbian soldiers tied Kelly and Cindy's hands behind their backs and forced them onto a wooden platform with a paint rack.

"We'll release you if you call your accomplices out to surrender!" an officer said smugly.

"We have no accomplices, kill us!" Kelly and Cindy screamed and cursed.

"Haha, it's not that easy!" Two Serbian soldiers went up, one hugging Kelly and the other hugging Cindy, and reached out to squeeze and grope their breasts, and they struggled desperately. Suddenly, one of the soldiers hugging Cindy screamed and fell backward. Cindy had stabbed him in the stomach with a hidden knife.

The soldier stopped advancing, and two guns were pointed at Kelly and Cindy, who were huddled together.

"Cindy, don't look at me when I'm shot, okay?"

"Kelly, don't say that!" Cindy cried uncontrollably.

"Ready...fire!"

"Bang! Bang bang!" Gunshots rang out.

"Ouch! Mommy!" The scream came from Cindy.

Poor Cindy! Our precious daughter! Alas, could she endure such pain and shame? Two streams of blood gushed from her budding breasts, and then a red flower spurted from the crotch of her muslin shorts.

She convulsed, one hand covering her genitals, the other her breasts, her mouth open, swaying from side to side a few times, bending her legs, and slowly, with great difficulty, collapsed; Cindy lay there on her side, her long blonde hair cascading over her face, her legs still kicking.

Oh, Kailin, why didn't you look at Cindy? If you had, you would have known where those perverted Cypriot soldiers shot her! Why did you wear denim shorts? Before I could finish my thought, the damn gunshot rang out again.

"Ouch! You'll die a horrible death! Shooting a girl here!" Kailin let out her final scream. My best friend, beautiful Kailin, had finally been shot! A red light tore open the bulging crotch of the girl's denim shorts, spraying blood that trickled down Kelly's long thighs.

Kelly convulsed, clutching her genitals with both hands, blood continuing to flow from between her fingers. She lay on her back, brows furrowed, mouth agape, staggering back a few steps until she pressed herself against the wall.

"Bang!" Kelly's body jolted, a spurt of blood erupting from her high, full left breast.

She reached out a hand to cover her breast, convulsing as she bent backward, her body limp, and unwillingly collapsed! She kicked a few times, then her body stiffened, and she remained motionless.

Kelly! Cindy! I wanted to shout, but no sound came out. With tears in my eyes, I quietly climbed the stairs to the East Wing.

As I came up from the storeroom inside the women's restroom, someone hugged me tightly.

"Hina!" I exclaimed, both surprised and delighted. We embraced and wept.

"Hina, why haven't you retreated yet?" "

The priest's quarters are full of Cypriot troops; there's no way out! I ran out of ammunition and barely

managed to get here. If you concentrate your firepower, we can probably break through."

"They won't come; they're all dead!" I cried.

Haina listened with tears in her eyes as I recounted what had happened. She said, "Olivia, one of us has to break through. I'll lure the Cypriot troops away from the priest's quarters, and you can use that opportunity to escape!"

"No, I can't leave you!" I hugged my sister tightly.

"Listen to me, I brought you here. I can't go back. How can I face Kelvin, Cindy, Winnie, and Roche's parents? Good sister, don't forget to avenge me!" With that, Hena picked up her pistol, loaded it with the magazine I'd given her, and rushed out.

She dashed down the corridor to the priest's room and fired. Then she ran frantically down the corridor. I seized the opportunity to rush out and saw all the Cypriot soldiers chasing Hena. I dashed into the priest's room.

Hena was my complete encyclopedia of teenage life. She was a good older sister. I sought her help with all my teenage problems and doubts, never asking my mother. Kelvin's relationship with her sister wasn't as close as mine with Hena. Partly because I wasn't as keen on prying into my sister's secrets as Kelvin was, and partly because Hena shared everything with me, including her first kiss with her boyfriend. She was a very thoughtful and caring girl.

Hina was most proud of her breasts. From the very beginning of puberty, I shared every feeling and change with her. When my breasts started to develop, I often compared them to hers, hoping to have an enviable bust shape like hers. Hina paid great attention to maintaining her breasts, frequently applying breast cream to make them smoother and doing breast exercises to make them firmer.

She emphasized using different bras at each stage of breast development to ensure her breasts received the most appropriate protection. Under her influence, I also became particular about wearing different bras, and like her, I started wearing camisole bras at the age of 12, even before most girls wore bras.

Haina sprinted under the searchlights. She was usually a fast runner, but today her steps were unsteady. I remembered she was menstruating; I shouldn't have let her distract the Siberian soldiers.

Haina was finally caught at the end of the corridor. She pressed herself against the wall, her chest heaving violently. Just as she raised her pistol, a burst of gunfire rang out. Several spurts of blood gushed from Haina's proud, high, full breasts.

"Ouch!" she cried out one last time, spreading her arms wide, pressed against the wall, biting her lip, raising her head, and thrusting her chest high, her whole body curving into a captivating, youthful figure. She stood there motionless, pressed tightly against the wall, enduring the pain of collapsing. After a while, her body stiffened, and crimson blood stained her chest.

She convulsed, her body went limp, her long legs bent, and she slowly collapsed against the wall… The Serbian soldiers surrounded her.

I opened the storage room door. Now I was alone. All I had to do was go down the stairs, walk through the storage room, and lock the door, and I would be free.

I had only gone down two steps when the storage room light came on, and a Serbian officer stood below.

I froze, unable to move. Our eyes met; he was a young and handsome officer.

He slowly reached for his rifle. The dark muzzle of the gun didn't frighten me outwardly, but a wave of panic, pain, and regret washed over me. It was finally my turn!

Sixteen years of my teenage life flashed before my eyes. Ah! I was about to be shot! I didn't want to die! I pressed myself against the wall, gripping the wallpaper tightly.

The gunshot didn't ring out. I only felt a throbbing, hot vibration against my right nipple, which was rubbing against my pink tank top, followed by a twisting, excruciating pain—different from the feeling of a soccer ball hitting my breast. A surge of sensual heat shot straight to my groin. I couldn't help but scream, "Ouch!" My left hand involuntarily covered my right breast. I could feel the softness of my teenage breast; I had never pressed my breast so tightly before!

A hot, sticky liquid—my blood—gushed from between my fingers. My mouth tasted salty; I was vomiting blood. My throat felt constricted, making it hard to breathe. I opened my mouth wide, struggling to gasp for air. I felt no pain, only numbness in my right breast. Was this what it felt like to be shot in the breast?

The officer raised his gun again, this time aiming it at the bottom of my denim shorts zipper—my new lace panties, the most private and shameful place a girl should be in! Why shoot me there?! My girlish life was about to end in shame.

"Ouch! Vulgar! No! Don't shoot there!" I cried out in despair, but no sound came out.

I tilted my head back, my long black hair brushing against my face. I closed my eyes in shame, biting my lip, awaiting the most humiliating moment.

The gun fired again. "You even shoot girls in their genitals!" I screamed, both ashamed and angry, but only a muffled sound came out.

I felt a hard impact on the crotch of my jeans, causing them to burst open. A burning sensation in my genitals, a jolt in my lower body, and a gush of hot fluid "plop!" spurted out. The urine suddenly became uncontrollable, leaking out completely!

My right hand immediately covered my genitals tightly. That hot, slightly painful, shameful feeling only lasted a moment. Suddenly, the feeling changed, transforming into a difficult-to-describe, sexually arousing pleasure that only a young girl could experience.

First, it felt like an urgent need to urinate, then like several small hands gently scratching, a tingling, shy, and softening sensation slowly rising, making one want to hug something, erotic thoughts arising, a slight change in temperament, and I couldn't help but let out a groan.

I finally understood what my friends meant by the feeling of a young girl being shot in the genitals! No wonder Winnie didn't struggle at all, letting the bullet easily pierce her genitals, no wonder her expression after being shot was so strange! It turned out she already knew she would feel this way!

That beautiful wave surged through my body, becoming more and more intense, and I was incredibly ashamed.

"Ah! The most pleasurable moment is almost here!" My legs were stiff and straight, and suddenly my whole body tensed up with an intensely pleasurable sensation, as a huge wave of pleasure engulfed me. My whole body trembled and convulsed, each convulsion releasing a burst of pleasurable molecules that rushed through my body. The sweet, hot sensation made my face flush red, and tears streamed down my face.

As the final wave of pleasure surged forth, everything went black before my eyes. My legs went limp, and I collapsed, rolling down the stairs. I struggled to make a last, desperate kick, one, two, three… Suddenly, my throat tightened, my whole body stiffened, and "Gulp… Ah!…" I exhaled my last breath, and then I knew nothing more.

My eyes were closed, but I could see myself lying on my side on the ground. The officer rolled me over, so I was on my back, a faint, shy smile still lingering on my lips. Only he and I knew how he had ended my dreamlike teenage years. He began to remove my tank top, my denim shorts, my socks, and my new lace panties.

I still loved my body deeply, but it was dead, no longer mine. The officer stared at my naked body for a long time. I felt no shame, nor did I ever need to!

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