Valkyrie's Falconry: Chapter One - Memories

Chapter One: Recollections
The world seen through the low-light night vision scope was a dark green. Trees, buildings, even the sentry
—everything was shrouded in a writhing green glow, making everything seem unreal.
The sentry moved slowly, completely unaware that just a hundred meters away, a
Chinese-made Type 85 silenced submachine gun, hastily fitted with a low-light night vision scope, was already aimed at him.
The crosshairs of the scope slowly locked onto the sentry's head. Crosswind 0.3 m/s, direction southeast,
distance 0.00, movement speed approximately 1 meter per second… The sniper silently estimated, the muzzle
moving with the sentry's movement.
The gun didn't fire. Instead, the sniper moved the scope away from the sentry, silently observing the nearby
woods and fortifications… The sniper moved slowly, but without stopping, until that
green shadow, seemingly no different from the surroundings, entered the scope's field of view. Only then did the gun suddenly stop.
"So you were in the tree." The sniper was slightly pleased. The Vietnamese were indeed good students, having
thoroughly learned the Chinese army's common practice of using both visible and concealed sentries. The swaying sentry was merely bait; the real sentry was hidden in the tree
, concealed among the dense foliage.
The patrolling sentry hadn't expected that this extremely familiar patch of grass would suddenly split open after he passed by. A
dark figure pounced like a panther, a skilled chokehold dragging him to the ground, while simultaneously the dagger in the right hand
slit his throat, silencing his scream.
Almost at the same moment the dark figure pounced, a faint sound came from the Type 85 silenced submachine gun, the sound quickly swallowed
by the chirping of insects in the summer forest. The sniper also clearly saw
a burst of green blood suddenly erupt from the forehead of the lurking sentry hiding in the tree.
A rhythmic tapping sound came from the headphones, and several lithe black figures leaped from the grass like giant
black cats, disappearing silently into the night.
The sniper silently crawled to another sniping position, aiming his gun at the designated alert direction.
Long Xia suddenly woke up from her dream, sitting up abruptly. This movement woke the man sleeping beside her as well.
He groggily reached out and placed his hand on her slender waist, muttering, "What, want more?"
Long Xia impatiently slapped his hand away, coldly saying, "Sleep with me, or take the money and get out!" With
that, she threw off the covers and got out of bed naked, walking to the French windows.
Outside the window was the beautiful Victoria Harbour. Although it was already 2 a.m., Hong Kong under the night sky was still brightly lit
, fully demonstrating the unique charm of the city that never sleeps.
Long Xia poured herself a glass of red wine, drank a little bit, and her wildly beating heart finally began to calm down.
She leaned against the window, the dazzling sea of lights below reminding her of peace.
Yes, eight years had passed since that war.
Eight years could change many things. Eight years ago, she was suffering torture and humiliation in a Vietnamese prisoner-of-war camp
, while now she stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of a luxurious five-star hotel in Hong Kong, sipping Bordeaux.
Eight years ago, she was a soldier, a sniper in the Chinese "Black Wolf" reconnaissance team, while now she was a
professional assassin.
The city lights mixed with the cold moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her muscular, voluptuous, and
beautiful naked body, as if draping her in a thin veil.
That night, the moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead was also so cold, carrying a strange,
cruel quality.
The muffled, rapid roar of AK-47 echoed in every corner of the woods, interspersed with angry curses in Vietnamese
, and grenades flying in the darkness occasionally exploded into dazzling flashes of light.
Even more dazzling was the towering flames below the mountain. This secret Vietnamese munitions depot clearly stored a considerable
amount of ammunition, turning it into a series of massive explosions.
These explosions enraged the Vietnamese, who fired wildly into the forest, throwing grenades. With
a soft "thud," another Vietnamese soldier's forehead exploded, a spray of blood erupting as he collapsed to the ground. Long Xia
calmly holstered her silenced submachine gun and retreated silently into the darkness.
Just half an hour earlier, the Chinese army's "Black Wolf" reconnaissance team had successfully destroyed this
large munitions depot near Thanh Hoa. As the team's dedicated sniper, Long Xia's current duty, along with some of her comrades
, was to hold off the pursuing troops and cover the main force's retreat.
Unlike the ambush battles depicted in movies and television, for these Chinese reconnaissance soldiers, the kind of
ambush battle where they occupied a hilltop and unleashed a barrage of machine gun fire was tantamount to suicide. They preferred to form several points and
attack the pursuers in the dark with single shots, short bursts, and grenades. Although this method of ambush might not kill many enemies
, it obviously added invisible psychological pressure to the pursuers. Every fallen comrade was enough to make the Vietnamese
immediately lie down and fire wildly into the darkness. Meanwhile, the terrifying night assassins had already quietly left
, continuing to wait for their opponents in the unpredictable darkness.
Long Xia was undoubtedly a top-tier assassin in the dark. Her Type 85 silenced
submachine gun, equipped with a low-light scope, while having drawbacks like short range and low power, lacked both gunshot sound and muzzle flash. The pursuing Vietnamese
were terrified to find their comrades falling suddenly and without warning.
After these sudden deaths occurred one after another, fear finally overcame their desire for revenge, and their pace slowed.
"Ghost Gun"—that was what they later called this Chinese sniping tactic.
Long Xia leaned against a large tree, trying to slow her breathing. Although she had
gained the upper hand in the darkness through accurate shooting and excellent tactical maneuvers, it had also depleted her energy. Now she needed to catch
her breath quickly to continue fighting the Vietnamese.
The Chinese reconnaissance troops' tactics were clearly effective; the Vietnamese were gradually drawn away from the main force's retreat. Long Xia knew it was 　　time to shake them off and rejoin
the main reconnaissance team at the designated rendezvous point . 　　 She checked her weapons in the darkness, determined the direction, and took her first step.

In the years that followed, she recalled countless times the famous saying, "The road of life is long, but the key
steps are just a few." She also asked herself countless times, if she hadn't taken that step,
would her life have been different?
Taking that step was her first mistake. She felt her legs buckle, then she made
a second mistake, lifting her other leg off the ground, and then her whole body began to sink.
It was a swamp.
Before she could even struggle, she was already waist-deep. Then came the most fatal third mistake.
Almost instinctively, she let out a short, half-hearted cry for help: "Help..."
Her body continued to sink, the mud gradually rising above her chest. She began to suffocate. As the mud submerged her neck
, chin, nose... soon, almost her entire body was submerged in the swamp, only her hands
still raised high, flailing wildly.
"I'm dying, I'm dying!" Due to lack of oxygen, Longxia's mind had become hazy, and she was gradually
losing consciousness until her hand suddenly grabbed something, followed by a strong force pulling her upwards. Her
body went limp, and Longxia collapsed to the ground in the forest. In her semi-conscious state, she could only breathe heavily
, her mind numb. She seemed to hear some voices coming from the distant horizon,
but she couldn't make out what they were saying; it seemed to be in Vietnamese.
Vietnamese!
Longxia suddenly jolted awake, barely opening her eyes. She saw several thin, withered figures moving before her
. Although they were still blurry, based on her years of experience, she recognized their distinctive
helmets and AK-47 rifles—Vietnamese soldiers!
She had been captured.
The sudden ringing of the telephone startled Longxia from her reverie. She picked up the receiver, and the voice on the other end
surprised her, but she didn't show much surprise. She simply listened quietly until the person finished speaking
, then coldly replied, "Okay, as you say."
She put down the receiver, finished the rest of her red wine in one gulp, and turned to walk into the bathroom.
Soaking in the warm water, her bones seemed to melt. Longxia slowly stroked her naked
body. From scout to mercenary to professional assassin, years of gunfire had inevitably left her with
several scars, a truly tragic thing for a woman.
The warm water relaxed her, and she closed her eyes. The floodgates of memory opened again.
A strong hand grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed her head into a filthy water tank. Water choked her
nose, mouth, and ears, and the immense pain made her instinctively struggle desperately.
Just when she thought she was about to drown, the hand pulled her out of the water again, causing
her to cough violently. Water, tinged with blood, gushed from her nose and mouth with each cough.
"Will you talk or not!" a burly Vietnamese soldier roared in broken Chinese, but all he received in return was
a cold, contemptuous look from the woman.
Longxia was then submerged again. To her even greater surprise, her strong, fleshy buttocks were spread open
, and a large syringe injected cold liquid into her anus. The stinging sensation from the water in her nose and the intense
pain in her lower abdomen made her struggle like a carp out of water, her movements so violent that the Vietnamese soldiers could barely hold her
.
She had been in the hands of the Vietnamese for almost a month, during which time she had endured every imaginable form of torture
and humiliation: clubs, whips, chili water, enemas, electric shocks… and rape and humiliation
were commonplace. For the Chinese female reconnaissance soldier who had caused them immense casualties and fear, but was now a prisoner of war
, the Vietnamese torture was tinged with a sense of revenge. Besides the almost constant interrogations, she
was practically reduced to a military prostitute and sex slave. Every day, she was dragged into the courtyard, bound into various positions, and
subjected to the lustful acts of Vietnamese men who took turns penetrating her voluptuous body. From her vagina to her anus, mouth, and cleavage,
her entire body was covered in semen daily.
Yet, she endured with unwavering willpower, steadfastly upholding the honor of a soldier.
A needle pierced her artery, and the liquid inside was injected into her body. The bespectacled
Vietnamese military doctor grinned maliciously at her, saying, "I admire your tenacity, but we have plenty of time and methods.
Do you know what we just injected you with? That stuff is called 'empty pregnancy lactation stimulant,' which we
seized from the Americans. Those American devils used it on our captured female comrades back then. Admittedly, it was
very effective. It stimulates a woman's libido, making her breasts quickly fill with milk, causing her to become sexually aroused and even
sexually frenzied. Many of our female soldiers could withstand other American tortures back then, but they all succumbed
to it. You won't be an exception."
He was right. Long Xia quickly experienced the terrifying power of the empty pregnancy lactation stimulant. In less than a week,
her already firm and full breasts doubled in size, hanging on her chest like two large melons, and her nipples
turned purple like grapes, with milk dripping from them from time to time. What tormented her even more was the burning lust, like a flame.
As the Vietnamese man said, even if a woman could endure any pain, she still couldn't withstand prolonged sexual torment
. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, her mind gradually became blurred, and she repeatedly fell into a coma.
Later, she read a book written by an American called "Eyewitness Accounts Before and After the Vietnam War." In this book,
the American described the horrors of this pregnancy-inducing lactation drug: turning a strong Viet Cong female cadre into a harlot,
confessing everything she knew. When Longxia read this book, she couldn't help but feel deeply moved. The Americans probably never
imagined that the tool they invented to torture Vietnamese female spies would immediately become
their magic weapon once it fell into the hands of the Vietnamese, who learned it so well.
She fought against this aphrodisiac for a week, but finally succumbed. Once the dam of her spirit collapsed,
she quickly fell into depravity. The following months were the darkest days she least wanted to recall. During those
days, all she could remember was the constant sex and abuse; having lost her dignity, she had completely degenerated into a...
A sex slave, ravaged by different men every day, she even wondered if she would
spend the rest of her life in this prison.
Until one day, she was brought before an officer, but unlike before, this officer did not violate
her. He simply took out a folder and coldly said, "You are free. You will be
released and returned home as part of the first batch of prisoners of war exchanged."
Freedom? Return home? Longxia, her mind numbed by aphrodisiacs and lust, took a long time to recall the meaning of these two words.
She knelt weakly on the ground, sobbing silently.
She stood up from the bathtub, walked to the sink, and looked at her beautiful naked body in the mirror. Her 33-year-old
body was mature and alluring, with few traces of time on it. As a rare example of
a fit and beautiful woman among Easterners, her 1.75-meter height made her appear tall and athletic. Years of rigorous training had left her
with no excess fat or flab; her smooth, full muscles did not make her appear bulky, but rather gave her a
unique charm. Her full breasts were firm and showed no signs of sagging. Her thighs were strong and rounded,
with clearly visible, powerful muscles. Her hips were wide and rounded, but the fleshy buttocks were remarkably firm,
without any of the looseness that a woman her age should have.
"You're like the Valkyrie of the East, a modern Amazonian warrior." Years ago,
"Wolf," the leader of the "Hunter" international mercenary group who had been active in the South American jungles for 15 years,
would praise her like this almost every time after they had sex.
Valkyrie, the Valkyrie? She gazed at her beautiful and heroic face in the mirror, a
bitter smile appearing on her lips. Years of ruthless service had earned her this nickname. Now, she was
one of Asia's top 10 assassins; the price for her to fire a single shot could buy at least two of the world's top sports cars. Some even believed her skills
were no less than those of the famous Japanese "City Hunter."
But is this the life I'm pursuing? She asked herself. Shooting, killing, and leaving; numbing herself with strong liquor;
venting her lust with male or female prostitutes; waiting to kill or be killed every day; falling asleep with weapons as a pillow; and
waking up from nightmares—is this the life I want?
She shook her head. Why think about these things? She thought again, why not? I'm already a 33-year-old
woman.
Every thought and struggle always ended at this point. She smiled bitterly and walked towards the door.
But when her hand touched the doorknob, her movements suddenly froze.

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