Mercenaries of God (Traditional Chinese)

Author: Scorpion

First Published by: Wuji

Published Time: Before 2002/3/16

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Scorpion's Words:

From Yuanyuan to Judou to Wuji. After years of lurking online, finally, on this night,

after being troubled by women's problems all night, I decided to publish this article, hoping it will be well-received. 　　If

you wish to reprint it, Scorpion has only one condition: Please indicate the author and source. Thank you.

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Broken spears and halberds littered the ground, and the corpses of

soldiers were scattered everywhere. If it weren't for the Oxroy Empire's flags still flying atop the high-rises of the city center,

who would recognize this place as Evanfa, the nation's most prosperous commercial city?

Our forces outnumbered the enemy five to one, yet the defenders, surrounded by enemy forces, had

held out nearly four hours, refusing to surrender even after the outer walls fell, retreating into the city center to await

reinforcements. Dawn was breaking, but I knew that over ten thousand people would never see the light again.

Fortunately, I wasn't one of those unfortunate victims. I gripped my spear tightly; it was my

lifeline , for on this battlefield, no one could be truly trusted except your weapon. If you drop it,

not only will the enemy kill you, but your own men will too, because there's a rule in the military code:

anyone who lays down their weapon in battle will be beheaded!

"Fifth Spear Battalion, full speed ahead! Target: the enemy's flag!" the captain at the front

shouted .

My spear battalion had 570 men, but half of them had died in the siege. Now,

after resting for half an hour, we were sent back to the battlefield.

Ahead of us were two small archer squads, and at the very front was a large group of soldiers wielding round shields and longswords.

Although their shields blocked many arrows, many still fell, and we

advanced over their corpses. Behind us were two small squads of heavily armored swordsmen. The only sounds were the

whistling of enemy arrows overhead and the clanging of their armor. Finally, a detachment of overseers arrived. Their presence made it clear to me that if we stopped now, we would either be shot by the enemy or die by their swords . 　　So we didn't stop. We swiftly advanced into the city center, past countless corpses of both sides. The battle there was fierce, and with our reinforcements, we now far outnumbered the remaining enemy. But they were incredibly tenacious, refusing to yield an inch, determined to fight to the last man. 　　Our men immediately scattered to support their comrades, while our squad of spearmen, led by our captain, charged toward the enemy's banner . 　　"Whoosh, whoosh!" Powerful arrows pierced the air, and four or five men in front of me fell with screams. "Scatter! Charge !" Seeing their position exposed, the captain hastily gave the order to fight. 　　We were so close to the enemy that they didn't have time to fire a second arrow. I swung my spear, accurately piercing the chest of an archer. In the darkness, I couldn't see his face, but I could hear his desperate cry before he died. I kicked him hard in the abdomen, pulling the spear from his body. Blood splattered, staining my clothes red. 　　"This is the fourth one tonight," I counted silently in my mind, raising my blood-dripping spear and charging with my comrades towards the few remaining stubborn enemies. 　　I nimbly approached the enemy from the side, leaving the front for the others. The captain's slogan, "Capture the enemy flag!" didn't inspire me much; all I wanted was to survive, to see tomorrow's sun rise. Years of hunting experience taught me that the most terrifying beasts are those with no way out, fighting to the death. So I approached them stealthily, slowing my pace unnoticed. 　　Sure enough! The spearmen charging towards them were caught in a fierce battle; several were wounded and fell to the ground. I stealthily circled behind a swordsman fighting three of my own spearmen and thrust my spear deep into his back. A scream of agony rang out as the spear pierced his chest from behind, while two more spears simultaneously plunged into his abdomen and thigh. The swordsman, impaled by three spears, bled profusely and died instantly, his body still hanging from the spears. 　　Using this sneak attack, I killed two more enemies. Looking around, I saw that the enemy was almost entirely wiped out, our army's flag had been raised on the city wall, and the battle was nearly over. Only then did I breathe a long sigh of relief ; after all, my life had been saved again. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(II) 　　In the spring of the 201st year of Emperor Lucifer's Holy Calendar, Duke Lofiza Geran of the Oxloy Empire rebelled in his territory against Smoni. That same year, he led an army of 100,000, conquering two-thirds of the country's territory and defeating the Imperial Royal Expeditionary Army of 150,000. His fame spread far and wide, and numerous small towns surrendered without a fight, submitting to his rule at the mere sight of him. 　　In the autumn of the 205th year of Emperor Lucifer's Holy Calendar, the rebels assembled 30,000 main forces to launch a fierce attack on Evanfa, the largest commercial city in the Oxloy Empire , while another 10,000 were stationed at the northern fortress to tie down Imperial reinforcements. 　　Only 6,000 men from the Imperial Elite—the Third Army of the Royal Knights—defended Evanfa. They held out for four hours against an enemy force three times their size, engaging in fierce street fighting. In the end, apart from 51 were killed in action. The rebels suffered heavy casualties, with approximately 8,000 dead and 5,000 wounded . The tenacious spirit and willingness to die for the defenders of Evanfa were regarded as a model of the battle, and this battle is known in history as the "White Night of Evanfa." 　　"Soldiers, listen up!" The captain's eyes flashed with a beastly red light in the firelight. "We have orders that you are free to move around after entering the city, within two days. You can take whatever you want and do whatever you want !" The captain laughed coldly and excitedly. "Except for private fights and not touching the government's gold mansion, you can do anything else. Hurry up! Let's have some fun!" 　　The whole group scattered and ran towards the city center, afraid of being left behind.

I joined Duke Lofiza Geran's army in November of the 203rd year of the Holy Calendar under Emperor Lucifer.

Before that, I lived in the southern city of Taurena. My father was a doctor of little renown, and my mother had died young. Later,

my father also fell ill and died, and I survived for three years on the little money he had left. During that time, I often went

hunting in the wild with friends. Partly for fun, and partly to sell the game for some money. Even so, after three years, my

savings ran out, so I had no choice but to sell my body.

People say that when a woman decides to sell her body, she can go to a brothel, while a man who wants to sell himself

goes to the army. So I went, and while prostitutes and their clients were wrestling in bed, I went to the battlefield. There's no such thing

as honor or disgrace; it's all about selling your body. I think dying on the battlefield is the same as a prostitute being fucked to death in bed by a client.

They say the souls of warriors can coexist with God, but I've never believed in such things, unless the temple can cane all

prostitutes into saints.

At that time, the Duke was recruiting soldiers everywhere, and I remember that each person received thirty silver coins as their conscription fee, enough for an

average family to live on for three months. I sold myself for that price; I was seventeen that year.

After enlisting, I was assigned to the Fifth Spear Company of the "Flame" Legion. After two months of training, I was officially

sent to the battlefield. My first mission was to eliminate an enemy force of about two hundred men. After a small-scale encirclement and attack,

the enemy surrendered. My second campaign was the attack on Alfon, and this time, I truly felt

the fear .

At least I was alive, unharmed, and that was the best-case scenario. I remember those two months

of rigorous training, how I practiced spear thrusts and other techniques with my life on the line. There were no exams on the battlefield; those who

failed died, with no chance of a retake. It was a terrifying classroom!

In the distance came the shouts of soldiers, the sound of gates being kicked open, and the screams and cries of women.

The sun was slowly rising, but the citizens of Alfon were about to face the darkest day of their lives.

(III) In

the autumn of the 205th year of Emperor Lucifer's Holy Calendar, after the rebels stormed Avenfa, they engaged in two days of rampant burning, killing, and looting. Nearly half

of the city's citizens were killed, and property was severely damaged, causing this

place, once hailed as the country's largest commercial city, to fall into decline and fail to recover for the next ten years.

I gripped my spear and walked slowly toward the city. My comrades had already rushed into the city and

were looting the homes of the wealthiest merchants in the country. Perhaps because I was a new recruit, I wasn't quite used to this

kind of open looting. I just wanted to find something good to eat and taste the fine food of the rich.

Stepping into the city, I was met with more than a dozen male corpses on the ground. They were all dressed in civilian clothes, and blood

still flowed from the corpses, forming a river of blood in the street.

The women's screams were particularly piercing; they were pleading and cursing, using every means to resist

the beasts' attack, but all resistance was in vain. I passed several houses, all of which had been looted

. The fires that had just been extinguished were reignited throughout the city, black smoke shooting straight into the sky.

"Damn it, I told you not to move!" As I passed a large house, I heard the captain's familiar

voice coming from inside.

He was pinning a disheveled woman to the floor, violently tearing at her gorgeous clothes, and forcefully

prying open her legs, which she was trying to close. Two guards stood by, watching smugly, their hands full of glittering

jewelry.

The captain, still seemingly unsatisfied, ravaged the middle-aged woman's breasts. He jumped off her

, grabbed her slender waist, and yanked her tight trousers and silk panties off together, exposing the beautiful

woman's long, smooth legs and most intimate parts to him. He pressed

one of her legs tightly beneath him, his left hand gripping her other knee and spreading it outwards, fully exposing her

full, tender vulva. Everyone in the room stared, almost all mesmerized.

The captain withdrew his thick, muscular penis, leering, "Look, this is the concubine of the president of the Aivenfa Chamber of Commerce

. You little slut, you're used to serving that old cock, now let's see how you serve me properly."

The woman screamed, her snow-white, delicate buttocks spread open and displayed before everyone. The captain then thrust

deep inside her, pumping wildly, his hands simultaneously kneading her ample breasts. Her

pampered body had never been treated so savagely before; she howled in pain, her hands flailing wildly,

trying to push away the captain's burly body.

The captain slapped her twice hard, rendering her motionless, then lewdly told the guards beside him,

"It'll be your turn soon."

The captain showed no mercy as he relentlessly thrust into the beautiful woman, even inserting a finger into her anus.

"It's tight inside, constantly contracting," the captain murmured as he raped her. Seeing the woman

's hysterical struggles, he knew she was still a virgin, and his excitement grew. He gripped the woman's buttocks with both hands, pulled his

penis, dripping with semen and blood, from her vagina, and thrust it into her anus!

The poor, noble woman was now firmly pinned to the ground, unable to resist even a fraction of her strength

. As the captain's penis plunged in, she felt a tearing pain shooting through her anus, so

intense that her hands, which were being held down, clenched and clawed wildly, cold sweat pouring down her face, and she let out a muffled scream.

Seeing the beautiful woman in such agony, the captain felt a cruel pleasure, and he

thrust . Each thrust sent

a searing pain through this middle-aged woman who had once enjoyed a life of luxury. While he was having sex with her, the captain gestured to one of his men to squeeze her hard, erect,

pink nipples. He wanted to hear her even more agonizing screams. The beautiful woman was now so ravaged that

she could no longer , only letting out painful groans with each of the captain's brutal thrusts.

After thrusting in and out of the concubine of the Evan French Chamber of Commerce president over a hundred times, the captain let out a long breath, ejaculating

a stream of semen into her anus before withdrawing his penis. He glanced down;

the middle-aged beauty lay naked on the ground, her body covered in wounds, blood mixed with semen flowing from her anus—

a truly pitiful sight.

The captain patted the woman's buttocks and said, "You little slut, your anus is so tight!" Then he walked over to her...

He grabbed her hair, forcing the beautiful woman to lift her head, and then cursed, "You slut, is it good? I still have two

men who haven't had their turn with you yet. You'll have your fun later!"

Just then, a middle-aged man suddenly pounced from behind, his short sword flashing,

decapitating one of the guards. He glanced at the naked woman lying on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, then turned and charged at the stunned

captain. Judging from the man's sword-wielding stance, it was clear he hadn't received proper training, but the remaining

two were so terrified by the sudden turn of events that they had no sense of defense whatsoever.

The cold glint of the sword tip shot straight towards the captain's neck, seemingly about to sever his head. However, the

glint stopped inches from the captain's neck.

The man struggled to turn his head, glanced at the spear piercing his heart, then at the

hand holding it, and fell silently to the ground.

I pulled the spear out and wiped the blood from its tip across the man's body.

"Are you one of my men?" The captain had already jumped up from the woman's pale body, grabbing

the short sword from the ground.

I stood at attention and replied, "Yes."

He smiled approvingly at me, then slowly shifted his gaze to the corpse on the ground: "Damn it! You want to kill me?"

He grinned cruelly, dragging the sword across the corpse's neck with his right hand, severing the neck, and then kicked the head out the door

like .

He walked back to the woman's side, beheaded her in the same manner, and then kicked the head into the street.

"What's your name?" He tossed aside his short sword and pulled on his trousers.

"My name is Zhuo Yi."

He picked up his spear. "And your surname?"

"I don't have one."

He looked up, surprised. "You're a member of the Saint Hua Clan?"

I nodded.

"Alright, from now on you'll follow me and be my bodyguard. If my vice-captain hadn't only been slightly injured

but not killed, I could have promoted you to his rank." He gave a strange smile. "What a pity!"

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