[Secret Front] (Chapter 5)

On October 1, 1949, the People's Republic of China was founded. Immediately thereafter, the People's Liberation
Army under Liu Bocheng and Deng Xiaoping swept across Southwest China, while Peng Dehuai led the 35th Army Corps in battles across Northwest China, pursuing and annihilating the remnants of the Kuomintang. The Kuomintang
remnants were routed and fled southwest, some of whom established themselves as bandits in the mountains, becoming the root of banditry in China's southwestern border region.
In the spring of 1950, south of Yunnan and Guizhou... In the Qifeng Mountain area, stretching for over a hundred miles,
Chapter Five .
Fan Zhaowentong sat in a grand chair, glanced at Zhang Biao, the First Regiment Commander, and Wang Zhaocai, the Second Regiment Commander, on his left, then turned
to Wang Wenqing, who was sitting on his right, and said, "Special Envoy Wang, Regiment Commander Zhang just captured that mysterious female Communist liaison
officer, who turns out to be Shang Gong Qiyun. It's up to you, Special Envoy Wang, to make that woman talk and reveal
who else within our ranks is a Communist spy."
"Yes, Commander." Wang Wenqing's heart tightened. Comrade Shang Gong Qiyun had been captured. If it weren't for covering him up,
Shang Gong Qiyun wouldn't have exposed her identity. What should he do?
Fan Zhaowentong, Zhang Biao, Wang Zhaocai, and Wang Wenqing, led by two guards,
descended through winding mountain caves, illuminated by torches on the walls, to a stone cell deep within the mountain.
Two guards stood before the wooden door to the stone cell. Upon seeing Fan Zhaowentong, they immediately snapped to attention: "Commander Fan."
Fan Zhaowentong removed his white gloves and said, "Bring her out."
The two guards entered the stone cell, and shortly after, Shanggong Qiyun, with her delicate eyebrows, flowing long hair, and wearing a plain cheongsam
, was carried out. Blood still flowed from her left shoulder, the wound from Zhang Biao's earlier attack. As
she moved, her two slender, white legs were revealed from the slit in her cheongsam, causing Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai
to swallow hard.
The two guards pulled Shanggong Qiyun's hair, forcing her to tilt her head back.
Shanggong Qiyun opened her beautiful eyes and stared at Fan Zhaowentong.
Fan Zhaowentong looked at Shang Gong Qiyun's fair and beautiful face and said, "Qiyun, I never expected that the Communist
Party's secret liaison would be you. Tell me, who is the person you're in contact with?"
Shang Gong Qiyun looked at Fan Zhaowentong and laughed loudly, "Commander Fan, the People's Liberation Army is coming soon. Your days are
numbered. Surrender quickly, and maybe there'll be a way for the brothers to live."
"Shut up. Tell me quickly, who is the contact person?"
"—"
"Sister, we are both women. I have some methods that no woman can resist. Tell me quickly,
otherwise even I, the commander, can't protect you. Regiment Commander Zhang is very interested in you!" Zhang Biao next to her let out a lewd
laugh.
"I don't know," Shang Gong Qiyun said.
"Take her away." Fan Zhaowentong waved his hand, and two guards took Shang Gong Qiyun to the interrogation room.
Shang Gong Qiyun's hands were bound together. Two shirtless thugs, their bodies bulging with flesh,
dragged her to a beam. An iron hook hung from the beam, catching the rope around her wrists. With a pull, Shang Gong
Qiyun was hoisted up. Her feet had barely touched the ground
when the two thugs spread her legs, removed her shoes, and bound her two fair, alabaster-white feet
into two iron rings fixed to the ground.
Shang Gong Qiyun closed her eyes. She knew that in the hands of these vicious bandits, humiliation was inevitable
. She regretted not giving her virginity to Wang Wenqing. She looked at Wang Wenqing, who trembled and
turned away.
Fan Zhaowentong came to Shang Gong Qiyun and said, "Sister, you still have a chance. Tell me, and I can forgive and forget
."
Shang Gong Qiyun shook her head.
Fan Zhaowen's face changed, and she sneered, "Little sister, don't blame me then."
She coldly turned to Zhang Biao and said, "Commander Zhang, haven't you wanted to sleep with her for a long time? Strip her naked and
have your way with her."
Zhang Biao lewdly approached Shang Gong Qiyun and tore open the front of her cheongsam,
revealing half of her snow-white chest. A moon-white bra tightly bound her already fully developed
breasts.
Shang Gong Qiyun's delicate face flushed instantly. She closed her eyes, thinking of Wang Wenqing. Originally,
all of this mystery belonged to Wang Wenqing alone.
Zhang Biao leered and forcefully slipped his hand inside Shang Gong Qiyun's cleavage, tearing her moon-white
bodice. Shang Gong Qiyun cried out in surprise, her two incredibly elastic, soft, white breasts immediately sprang out, swaying
gently on her chest, the two red nipples jiggling as well. Zhang Biao's lust was aroused; he reached out and squeezed
Shang Gong Qiyun's large breasts a few times, then impatiently
lifted the hem of her cheongsam, pulling it up to her slender waist
, revealing her two smooth, white legs. Zhang Biao's rough hands covered her delicate legs.
Shang Gong Qiyun trembled slightly, and glistening tears finally dripped from her tightly closed eyes. Zhang
Biao's hand moved upwards, lewdly pulling down her red panties, slipping his fingers inside
to reveal the black pubic hair.
"Oh," Shang Gong Qiyun hummed softly.
With a "rip," Zhang Biao tore off the girl's panties, pulling them down from her left leg
to her ankle, then forcefully ripped open her cheongsam. Shang Gong Qiyun's beautiful body
was fully exposed to the bandits. Her breasts were high and firm, and between her two long, white legs, thick, black pubic hair 　　stretched downwards in
an inverted triangle from her flat stomach like splashed ink . 　　 Zhang Biao's hand reached into Shang Gong Qiyun's pubic hair, parting it to find the two tightly closed 　　labia, intending to open them. 　　 "Stop," Fan Zhaowentong commanded. Zhang Biao looked at Fan Zhaowentong with disappointment and said, "Commander." 　　 Fan Zhaowen came to Shang Gong Qiyun's side and cupped her two high breasts with his hands, laughing, "Sister, 　　no wonder men like it. Even I can't help but want to pinch it. This is my last piece of advice. 　　Tell me, tsk tsk, otherwise it would be a waste to see such delicate skin on you." 　　 Shang Gong Qiyun's body obviously moved, but she did not make a sound.

Fan Zhaowentong's expression finally changed; she knew that without torture, there was no way to get her to talk. "Hmph," Fan Zhaowentong coldly snorted
, "Little sister, you asked for this."
"Special Envoy Wang, then it's up to you."
Wang Wenqing's body trembled, and he looked at Shang Gong Qiyun. Shang Gong Qiyun's high breasts, smooth
abdomen, and alluring pubic area deeply attracted him. Shang Gong Qiyun gently bit her lower
lip with her pearly white teeth, shyly nodding to Wang Wenqing. Losing her virginity to those bandits was far better than losing it to the hand of her beloved.
Wang Wenqing slowly moved closer, taking one of Shang Gong Qiyun's nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it incessantly.
His other hand reached out and pinched the girl's other breast, while his thigh rubbed against the sensitive area at the base of Shang Gong Qiyun's legs
.
Shang Gong Qiyun gradually became aroused. Her body began to heat up, her cheeks flushed even more,
and soft moans escaped from her delicate nose. Her vulva gradually became moist from the friction of Wang Wenqing's thighs.
Fan Zhaowen and the others sat on several chairs in the torture chamber watching this scene. Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai were already
panting heavily.
Wang Wenqing embraced Shang Gong Qiyun, squeezing her breasts and looking into her eyes. Shang Gong Qiyun's eyes were filled with
shyness and expectation. She nodded to Wang Wenqing again and said in a barely audible voice, "Brother Wenqing, come in.
To be able to make love with you once before I die, I have no regrets."
Tears welled in Wang Wenqing's eyes. He wiped them away by sucking and licking Shang Gong Qiyun's breasts. Then
he knelt down, gently parted Shang Gong Qiyun's labia, pressed his penis against them, and pulled her close, his
hands gripping her buttocks and pulling them towards his sides. His penis immediately penetrated halfway. Wang Wenqing felt
Shang Gong Qiyun's body tremble and tense up. He slowed down,
pulling his penis out of her vagina slightly before inserting it again. Several times, Shang Gong Qiyun's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and Wang Wenqing
felt her vagina become wet. Wang Wenqing thrust in and out, experiencing both pain and pleasure. In a hazy state, he felt
a tremor in his lower body and he ejaculated.
Fan Zhao Wentong patted Wang Wenqing's shoulder approvingly, saying, "Special Envoy, you truly are a talented man loyal to the Party and the country." Turning
to a guard, he said, "Special Envoy Wang is tired; take him back to rest."
Wang Wenqing faced the most difficult choice of his life: on one side was his close comrade-in-arms, on the other, the grand plan to suppress the bandits.
Hanging in a V-shape, Shang Gong Qiyun swayed her naked body and cursed, "Fan Zhao Wentong, you bunch of
heartless beasts! The People's Liberation Army is coming soon; your end is near. I will never let your conspiracy
succeed!"
Wang Wenqing's eyes welled up with tears. He knew Shang Gong Qiyun was implying that the intelligence had been sent.
Turning his head, Wang Wenqing gritted his teeth, turned, and left.
The door to the torture chamber slowly closed, and Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai began to gang rape Shang Gong Qiyun. Shang Gong Qiyun's beautiful eyes were tightly
closed, her delicate brows furrowed, and her snow-white teeth biting her lower lip. She remained silent as the two men continued to
defile her in various ways. Her body swayed violently with their forceful thrusts, and only her contorted
face revealed the extent of her pain.
Thick white semen and dirty water
flowed intermittently from the small crevice between her two long, smooth, and white legs. Some dripped directly to the ground, while some flowed down her legs. Her two tender,
red labia majora repeatedly turned outwards under the thrusts of Zhang Biao's large penis, bringing with them patches of filth.
As Fan Zhaowen watched Shang Gong Qiyun sink deeper into agony under their thrusting, she felt her own
vagina grow wet. She was proud of her own looks in her youth, though not as
youthful as Shang Gong Qiyun's. Now, old and faded, she harbored a near-perverted desire for revenge against the young and beautiful Shang Gong Qiyun.
Then she thought of Wang Wenqing, the special envoy who carried Mao Renfeng's handwritten letter and whose coded message was accurate. Could he
be a spy for the People's Liberation Army? But she felt uneasy; several tests had proven him trustworthy.
Who could the spy be?
"Commander Fan!" Fan Zhaowen snapped awake. Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai had finished their gang rape. Shang
Gong Qiyun's head was bowed, her hair falling loosely to obscure her face. She sobbed softly,
semen dripping from her wide-open labia.
Fan Zhaowentong approached the rack, brushed aside Shang Gong Qiyun's hair, and said, "Sister, let's talk this out, we're sisters.
Don't have any more illusions about them. The Chairman is about to launch a counterattack on the mainland—"
"Bah, you're the ones with illusions. I know nothing."
Fan Zhaowentong's face darkened, clearly enraged. Fan Zhaowentong grabbed Shang Gong Qiyun's hair and
sneered, "Then don't blame me for being ruthless. Men, open her lower body."
Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai hurriedly complied, each pinching Shang Gong Qiyun's two tender
, moist labia and pulling them apart, revealing her entire womanhood.
Shang Gong Qiyun struggled and screamed, "What are you doing?"
Fan Zhao Wentong showed no shame for being a woman. She knelt down and placed her cherry-like lips at the
entrance of Shang Gong Qiyun's vagina, slipping her tongue between her parted labia and licking the
tender, red walls of her newly opened vagina.
"Oh," Shang Gong Qiyun gasped. She hadn't even had a chance to breathe during the gang rape by the two men
.
Fan Zhao Wentong licked and sucked noisily, swallowing the foul-smelling semen and filth. "Beast," Shang Gong
Qiyun cursed.
Fan Zhaowentong stood up and said to the two guards, "Use fire torture. I refuse to believe we can't get your mouth open."
The two guards brought over a stove with some wire and a branding iron on it. Fan Zhaowentong picked up a
leather whip, grinning maliciously, and slowly moved behind Shanggong Qiyun. Shanggong Qiyun couldn't see Fan Zhaowentong, which
added psychological pressure to the torture.
With a "whoosh," Shanggong Qiyun shuddered. The whip didn't strike her jade-like back, but instead made a sound like it hit
empty air.
"Sister, I'll give you one more chance. Speak."
"I don't know." Shanggong Qiyun straightened her body.
"Ah!" Shanggong Qiyun felt a sharp, knife-like pain and couldn't help but let out a scream. Fan Zhaowentong's
whip had already left a bloody welt on Shanggong Qiyun's snow-white skin.
"Crack, crack, crack," the whip kept falling on her fair back. Shanggong Qiyun was in so much pain that sweat beaded on
her face. Dozens of whip marks were already left on her jade-like back. She gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound until she fainted.
Cold water woke Shanggong Qiyun up.
"Sister, will you talk or not?"
After getting no answer, Fan Zhaowentong lashed the whip hard on Shanggong Qiyun's two plump jade
buttocks and fair, slender legs, leaving whip marks on her round jade buttocks.
"Ah—!" Shanggong Qiyun suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream. Her two jade legs twitched uncontrollably, making
the iron rings under her feet clang. Her two full breasts also swayed incessantly. It turned out that Fan Zhaowentong had actually
lashed the cracked area between Shanggong Qiyun's two jade legs with a heavy whip. Amidst screams, Fan Zhaowen
lashed Shanggong Qiyun's most delicate area—the base of her legs—with a whip.
Pubic hair was pulled down from her ample vulva, the tender flesh was torn, and blood seeped out. "Will you talk or not?"
Fan Zhaowen howled, but her only response was silence.
Shanggong Qiyun fainted again under the torture. Her lower body was a bloody mess. Cold water poured over her head
, and another basin of cold water was poured over the space between her spread thighs. Pale red blood
flowed down her body. It took a long time for Shanggong Qiyun to catch her breath.
"Sister, will you talk or not?"
"Pah!" Shanggong Qiyun tossed her hair and spat in Fan Zhaowen's face.
Fan Zhaowentong pulled out a clean white handkerchief to wipe away his drool and sneered, "If you don't talk now, little sister, you'll be branded."
Shanggong Qiyun remained silent. Fan Zhaowentong grinned maliciously, picked up a pair of long iron chopsticks from the torture instruments,
and took a red-hot piece of charcoal from the furnace. He approached Shanggong Qiyun, grinning maliciously as he blew on the charcoal, which emitted
a blazing red glow. Fan Zhaowentong slowly brought the charcoal close to the pink, luscious
nipples of Shanggong Qiyun's full breasts.
Shanggong Qiyun felt threatened and tried to shrink back. Fan Zhaowentong pinched the girl's left breast with his left hand
, squeezing out the nipple. "Will you talk or not?" Shanggong Qiyun did not answer.
Fan Zhaowentong pressed the charcoal hard against Shanggong Qiyun's nipple.
"Ah—" Shanggong Qiyun let out an uncontrollable scream.
Fan Zhaowentong removed the charcoal, revealing a small black dot on the girl's white nipple.
Fan Zhaowentong threw the charcoal back into the stove. "Will you talk or not?"
Shang Gong Qiyun took a breath and stared coldly at Fan Zhaowentong without speaking.
Fan Zhaowentong's eyes darted around, and he said, "Sister, I'll make you talk." Fan Zhaowentong ordered Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai to take the girl off the rack and drag her to a rough wooden torture rack on the left. 　　The lower third of
the long torture rack had a two-inch-thick, half-foot-long round wooden stick protruding upwards. Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai 　　lifted Shang Gong Qiyun and placed her on the torture rack. Fan Zhaowentong grinned maliciously and personally pried open Shang Gong Qiyun's narrow anus, placing it on 　　the wooden stick. Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai pressed down on Shang Gong Qiyun's shoulders with lewd smiles. 　　 Shang Gong Qiyun screamed as the wooden stick was fully inserted into her anus. Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai then forced 　　her onto the vibrating iron, binding her two pale arms behind its back. Next, one of them grabbed 　　one of Shang Gong Qiyun's feet, spreading her legs wide to expose her bloodied vulva. 　　 Fan Zhaowen then wrapped a thin rope around Shang Gong Qiyun's smooth, round abdomen and tightly bound it to the vibrating iron. 　　 Two guards brought Fan Zhaowentong a basin of water with a brush in it. Fan Zhaowentong splashed the water on 　　Shang Gong Qiyun's vulva and gently brushed away the blood and dirt, exposing the girl's genitals. With a sinister grin, Fan Zhaowentong spread 　　the pubic hair evenly on both sides of the girl's labia, separating the two torn labia and placing them on the glossy black 　　pubic hair. Shang Gong Qiyun's pale pink vulva was now fully revealed. With a sinister grin, Fan Zhaowentong 　　deeply inserted two iron chopsticks into the girl's vagina. 　　 Shang Gong Qiyun's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, but she opened them when the iron chopsticks entered her vagina. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong, with a sinister grin, spread the two iron chopsticks apart. The girl's labia tightened, and her vagina 　　was stretched open, revealing the tender, writhing flesh inside. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong ordered two guards to pry open Shang Gong Qiyun's vagina. He personally retrieved a barbed 　　probe from the torture instruments, grinning maliciously as he inserted it into the girl's vagina. One guard, seizing the opportunity, switched on a flashlight, the beam shining 　　into the girl's vagina. Fan Zhaowentong then inserted the probe into the girl's cervix. 　　 "Ah!" Shang Gong Qiyun's legs suddenly tightened, kicking violently, forcing Zhang Biao and 　　Wang Zhaocai to desperately hold them down. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong pulled hard, hooking half of Shang Gong Qiyun's bright red uterus out of her vagina. He 　　coldly squeezed it with his hand. 　　 The girl's uterus was slippery and hard, the cervix flattened. Fan Zhaowentong coldly inserted a thin iron 　　needle into the horizontal part of the pulled-out uterus, piercing it all the way out the other side. Releasing the probe, Shang 　　Gong Qiyun's uterus was now stretched horizontally outside the vaginal opening, unable to retract. 　　 Shanggong Qiyun was in excruciating pain, shaking her head violently, her breasts heaving, her naked 　　body covered in sweat, her long, beautiful hair clinging to her face. 　　 Two guards pulled the iron chopsticks out of her vagina, leaving her bright red labia pressed against her pink 　　uterus. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong took a burning charcoal from the stove, grinning maliciously as he approached the girl's genitals. "Will you talk or not?" 　　 Shanggong Qiyun struggled to lift her head, looked at the charcoal near her genitals, and shook her head. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong pressed the charcoal into the girl's pubic hair, the stench of burning hair and flesh rising simultaneously. 　　 "Ah—ah—" Shanggong Qiyun screamed in agony, her lower body arching violently, her head tilting back 　　and slamming against the iron, as if this could alleviate the pain in her lower body. Tears and sweat streamed down 　　her face, scattering with her flailing hair. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong sneered as he watched Shanggong Qiyun struggle and scream, continuing to press the charcoal he had been pressing into the girl's pubic hair.

The fire rolled in a circle, igniting Shang Gong Qiyun's dark, glossy pubic hair, which curled and
fell down, causing tiny blisters to form on the tender flesh beneath.
Fan Zhao Wentong tossed the extinguished charcoal back into the furnace, then stomped on Shang Gong Qiyun's exposed uterus,
snarling, "Will you talk or not?"
"—"
Fan Zhao Wentong's boots ground against the girl's genitals, the iron needle supporting her uterus digging into the
delicate muscles of her inner thighs, causing the tiny blisters around her genitals to burst.
The torture chamber echoed with Shang Gong Qiyun's inhuman screams of agony.
"Will you talk or not?" Fan Zhaowentong seemed somewhat hysterical. After learning that Shanggong Qiyun wouldn't confess, Fan Zhaowentong
ordered Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai to use iron chopsticks to pry open the girl's uterus. Then, he poured a pot of boiling water into Shanggong
Qiyun's uterus. Shanggong Qiyun screamed in agony and fainted.
Seeing Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai covered in sweat, Fan Zhaowentong cursed fiercely, "What, can't take it anymore?
Useless things."
"No, no, Commander, this damn weather is too hot. This little girl can really endure it. Watch me squeeze every last drop of oil
out of her."
"I'm tired. It's up to you guys now." Fan Zhaowentong sat down in a chair and took a sip of tea.
Buckets of cold water were poured onto the girl's naked body. Shanggong Qiyun finally woke up. Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai spread the girl
's two jade legs apart and tied them to Xing Cheng's feet respectively. They removed the iron needles that had been inserted into the uterus, and the uterus contracted
back into the vagina.
"Will you talk or not?" Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai's leather boots stepped on the girl's two full, perky breasts
.
Shang Gong Qiyun shook her sweaty face.
The two boots stomped down heavily, her breasts like two soft balls of dough. Shang Gong Qiyun bit her lower lip with difficulty. Her
two fair arms, bound behind Cheng's back, were taut, her hands gripping the ropes tightly. She endured the pain
without making a sound.
Zhang Biao and Wang Zhaocai's boots then stepped on the girl's lower abdomen at the same time.
"Sizzle!" A stream of bloody water spurted from the girl's vagina, the boiling water from her uterus.
"Oh—" Shang Gong Qiyun groaned, her feet stomping incessantly, streams of water shooting out from the girl's
vagina, the furthest reaching a meter or two.
Xing Cheng was gradually stained red with blood, the wooden stick on the orange tearing open her anus. Shang Gong Qiyun was in excruciating pain,
gasping for breath.
"Will you talk or not?"
"—"
Zhang Biao took out a two-inch-thick iron rod from the torture instruments, more than three feet long, and with a "clang," he
threw it into the furnace.
After a while, Zhang Biao took the iron rod out of the furnace; the entire rod glowed a frightening dark red, and he slowly
approached Shang Gong Qiyun's lower
body. Shang Gong Qiyun closed her eyes, two crystal tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. She knew the final moment had come, and
she took a breath.
"Commander Zhang, once this red-hot iron rod is inserted into this little hole, she'll be dead instantly. I have other
plans for tomorrow; this is too easy on her," Fan Zhaowentong said coldly.
"Oh, Commander Fan, look at my memory; I almost forgot." Zhang Biao threw the iron rod into a bucket of water, and with a "hiss,"
a cloud of steam immediately rose from the bucket.
After a while, Zhang Biao took out the iron rod. It was no longer red-hot, but still very hot. He
wrapped the rod in the girl's red panties that had been pulled down, and held it to her vaginal opening, saying, "Miss Qiyun, you're still young, why
be so serious? Tell me, isn't it better to be alive?"
"Pah! You're all beasts! Who knows how many more people will suffer if you're alive? Do it! I
don't know anything!" Shanggong Qiyun turned her head away.
Zhang Biao tilted his head, asking Wang Zhaocai for help. Wang Zhaocai straddled the girl's lower abdomen,
pinched her labia, and spread them apart, exposing her vaginal opening. Zhang Biao inserted a finger into the girl's vagina and probed around,
then grinned maliciously and inserted the hot iron rod into the opening between Shanggong Qiyun's thin labia.
"Ah—" Shanggong Qiyun let out a long, mournful cry, her two jade-like legs convulsing violently. The iron
rod had penetrated more than a foot deep, and Zhang Biao, gripping the end of the rod with both hands, forcefully thrust it into the girl's vagina. Her
labia majora were pressed against the rod and sunk into her vagina.
Shanggong Qiyun's pretty face was completely contorted, her beautiful eyes wide open as if trying to bulge out of their sockets, her inner canthi were
split open, and her lower lip was bitten until it bled. Her naked body writhed miserably.
The iron rod slowly penetrated her vagina, then gradually entered her uterus. The waves of throbbing and burning
pain caused Shanggong Qiyun to scream uncontrollably.
Zhang Biao forcefully pushed the iron rod deeper and deeper into the girl's vagina. Shang Gong Qiyun's inner thighs
spasmed, and with a "whoosh," a stream of pale yellow fluid spurted from her urethra,
spraying Zhang Biao's face. Zhang Biao roughly wiped away the urine with the girl's bra and began to
stir the two-foot-long iron rod inside her vagina.
"Ah—ah—" Shang Gong Qiyun cried out.
"Will you talk or not?"
"—" Wang Zhaocai watched Zhang Biao's thrusting, then grinned maliciously and picked up an iron chopstick from the ground, saying,
"Miss Qiyun, let me help you again."
Wang Zhaocai grinned and went to Xing Cheng, inserting the iron chopstick into the girl's urethra.
Foreign objects were inserted into all three of Shang Gong Qiyun's lower orifices, and the excruciating pain caused her to faint again
.
The small square in the valley was filled with bandits. The afternoon sun shone on the green hills and clear waters.
In the center of the square, unusually, stood a rectangular wooden table with four iron rings around its edges. Since
Commander Fan had announced early that afternoon that a female Communist soldier would be gang-raped in the square, the bandits had been waiting there
.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Fan Zhaowentong, along with Zhang Biao, Wang Zhaocai, and other leaders, arrived at the square. Two guards escorted a
beautiful, naked girl.
The girl's figure was extremely alluring; her skin was snow-white, her breasts were high and firm, and her abdomen was flat and smooth.
The base of her jade-like legs was covered in scars, indicating she had suffered torture, but her labia, though swollen and red, were still intact.
Two guards pressed the girl onto a wooden table, binding her limbs to iron rings. At this moment, sharp-eyed bandits
recognized her as their most famous ice-cold beauty, Shang Gong Qiyun.
"Shang Gong Qiyun!" the crowd shouted wildly.
Fan Zhaowentong raised his hands, and the crowd quieted down. Standing on a chair, Fan Zhaowentong said, "Brothers,
you didn't expect this, did you? She's a Communist spy. Comfort her for me!"
Wang Wenqing didn't go to the square. He regretted it so much that he wanted to commit suicide. The intelligence had already been sent out, and for the sake of the bigger picture, he would prepare for
the inside-outside coordination. Wang Wenqing didn't know how he had spent the day. The gang rape began at 1 p.m., and
the girl's screams of pain echoed from the square from time to time. It wasn't until 6 p.m. that Shang Gong Qiyun finally breathed her last under the bandits' humiliation.
More than three hundred bandits had vented their lust on her sacred jade body.
Division Commander Li Shixiang unfolded the map in his hand. This map was hard-won; it was
intelligence delivered at great risk by Zhang Guozhu (Wang Wenqing), a scout who had infiltrated the enemy ranks. "First Regiment Commander, tomorrow night, led by the local villagers, we will depart on time and arrive at Qingfeng 　　Mountain
at 7:00 AM the day after tomorrow to launch a feint attack." 　　 "We will resolutely complete the mission." First Regiment Commander Zhao Changsheng sat down. " 　　 The Second Regiment's mission is to block the bandits' retreat and complete the encirclement of Jiakou Ridge before the First Regiment launches its attack. No 　　one is allowed to escape." 　　 "Yes, sir." Second Regiment Commander Wang Guoyuan, known as the Iron Man, sat down. 　　 "Third Regiment, First Battalion, you must clear the minefield on the flank of Qingfeng Mountain before 7:00 AM, according to the map . 　　After the minefield is cleared, the Second Battalion will cooperate with the First Battalion to attack Qingfeng Mountain. You will be the main force in this attack. The Third Battalion and the Division Special Service Company will serve 　　as the Division Command's reserve force, ready to be deployed at any time." 　　 "Understood." The soldiers stood up in unison. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong had just stood up when she heard the rapid gunfire. She grabbed her pistol. 　　 A subordinate rushed in, exasperated: "Commander Fan—Commander Fan, something terrible has happened! The Communists—the Communist army has broken in 　　!" 　　 "What's the panic? Impossible." Fan Zhaowentong had considerable confidence in the defenses of Qingfeng Mountain. The front consisted of two 　　sheer cliffs, each a hundred meters wide and seemingly bottomless, accessible only by a suspension bridge. Five heavy machine guns were positioned at the front; unless the Communists 　　could hide, they wouldn't be able to cross. The rear and left sides were also cliffs, accessible only by ropes with the ropes usually positioned above each other. The Communists couldn't 　　possibly climb up unless they could fly. The right side was riddled with hidden mines and guarded by five sentries. 　　It was impossible for the Communists to infiltrate silently. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong reached the suspension bridge. Regimental Commander Zhang Biao was already directing the operation. The five heavy machine guns, like five fiery dragons 　　, spewed crimson flames, rattling the iron chains. Several soldiers who had rushed onto the bridge were swept off the cliff. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong leaned over the megaphone and shouted, "Communist brothers, don't come here to die! You 　　can't break through! Go home and have babies!" "Hahaha!" The surrounding bandits laughed. 　　 Zhao Changsheng aimed at one of the bandits opposite and pulled the trigger. The bandit was thrown out of a sandbag, scaring 　　the other bandits into quickly hiding behind sandbags. 　　 "Boom!" A violent explosion shook the ground. Fan Zhaowentong was startled; 　　a plume of smoke rose from the direction of the armory behind him. 　　 "Commander Fan, Commander Fan, something bad has happened! The armory has been blown up! We're finished!" 　　 "Nonsense!" Fan Zhaowentong shot the messenger dead. 　　 "Regimental Commander Zhang, you stay here while I go check." 　　 "What happened?" Fan Zhaowentong asked, looking at Wang Zhaocai running towards him. 　　 "Commander Fan, damn it, that Special Envoy Wang is a Communist spy! He's the one who blew up the armory! We're 　　doomed!" 　　 "Damn it, find him and make him wish he were dead before I can vent my anger!" Fan Zhaowentong 　　cursed fiercely, then turned to Wang Zhaocai and said, "Second Regiment Commander, help the First Regiment Commander hold the cliff edge. We absolutely cannot let the Communists 　　break through." 　　 "Yes, sir!" 　　 A loud bugle call sounded from the right. Fan Zhaowentong rushed to the right and saw the People's Liberation Army covering the mountain. She 　　knew it was over. The bandits who came to stop her fell to the ground like blades of grass. Fan Zhaowentong quickly ran into her bedroom, 　　where there was a secret passage leading down the mountain. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong ran into the bedroom, lifted the covers, and opened an iron door under the bed. Just as she was about to step inside, a 　　hard object pressed against her lower back. 　　 Fan Zhaowentong turned her head, her face turning numb. Before her was a handsome face—who else could it be but Wang Wenqing? 　　 "Commander Fan, I've been waiting for you for a long time." 　　 Fan Zhaowen stared at Wang Wenqing with a venomous look. "Fine, fine, Wang Wenqing, I was blind! 　　Who exactly are you?" " 　　 Zhang Guozhu, a reconnaissance soldier of the 3rd Division of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. Commander Fan, surrender!" 　　 A blush appeared on Fan Zhaowen's face, and she actually smiled, saying, "You're quite capable. If you want to capture me, you'll have to wait until your next life 　　." She then slumped down, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. 　　 The legendary female bandit finally met her deserved end. 　　 [The End]

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