Spy Den

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Vinh Ling, a suburb.

A white brick and wood house.

Inside, a handsome man in his thirties leaned against the curtains, vigilantly watching his surroundings. From a hidden wall, the beeping of a telegraph transmitter could be heard. A young woman in a plain cheongsam was sending the message. She was pretty, with a good figure, and looked no more than twenty-five years old. Her slender, delicate hands were nervously typing in Morse code. Strings of radio waves flew from Saigon to the North Vietnamese headquarters: "General Robert of the US Army will be inspecting the Vinh Ling area on July 18th—"

The two were North Vietnamese agents codenamed "wxy" who had infiltrated Vinh Ling. The man was named Nguyen Tri Quoc, and the woman was named Pham Linh. They were a newlywed couple. Many important intelligence reports were transmitted from this point, causing significant losses to the US and its collaborators. As a result, the US high command replaced three leaders of the "counter-espionage agency" in succession. The fourth leader, Ly Lam Dong, was racking his brains over the inability to uncover the North Vietnamese agents.

A South Vietnamese puppet army telecommunications interception vehicle was patrolling the streets, with staff inside operating it nervously.

A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion sat in a leather chair, listening to his subordinate's report; this was Li Lintong.

"Report, Captain, another telecommunications signal detected!"

Li Lintong jumped up and rushed to the side, saying, "Quickly determine the location; let's see if we don't catch you this time."

This telecommunications signal had appeared multiple times, but due to its short duration and frequent changes in location, the "counter-espionage" agency had found nothing.

"Vertical coordinate, 107.4, horizontal coordinate, 45." "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Good, let's go back and check what that place is."

The night was quiet. Ruan Zhiguo and Fan Ling were embracing in bed. Looking at his beautiful wife in his arms, Ruan Zhiguo felt a surge of desire. He reached out and turned Fan Ling's body to the side. Fan Ling glanced at Ruan Zhiguo shyly and leaned back against him.

Ruan Zhiguo unbuttoned Fan Ling's clothes one by one, stripping her naked. Fan Ling's half-body was revealed, her fair breasts, pear-shaped and slightly upturned, were just the right size to be grasped in one hand, neither too big nor too small, exceptionally smooth and pink. Two delicate nipples, like bright red grapes, adorned her pink areolas, truly like spring flowers in full bloom, very beautiful.

Ruan Zhiguo embraced Fan Ling's body, saying, "Ling, you are so beautiful." His lips were already pressed against Fan Ling's. Fan Ling's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes glazed with desire. She panted softly, wrapping her two slender white arms around Ruan Zhiguo's neck, and passionately returned his kiss. Ruan Zhiguo's hands roamed over Fan Ling's soft, pink breasts, occasionally kneading them. Fan Ling shyly closed her eyes, her bright red lips passionately kissing Ruan Zhiguo. Her nipples, after being kneaded by Ruan Zhiguo, quickly hardened, resembling two bright red strawberries. Ruan Zhiguo then pressed Fan Ling's breasts together, taking her nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking while gently biting them with his teeth.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling felt her breasts throb, an indescribable sensation of both sourness and numbness she had never felt in her 25 years.

Ruan Zhiguo's hand slid over Fan Ling's smooth, silky abdomen, gently unbuckling her belt. Before she knew it, her tight pants had been pulled down to her fair, delicate ankles, revealing her two fair and smooth legs. Ruan Zhiguo pulled off her pants completely and tossed them beside the bed. He leaned down and kissed Fan Ling's smooth, soft abdomen, then her round navel. Although this wasn't the first time, Fan Ling still blushed. She opened her watery eyes, gazing at Ruan Zhiguo with tender affection. Ruan Zhiguo smiled and placed Fan Ling's fair hands on either side of her body, gently parting her legs. Fan Ling's legs were both firm and incredibly fair and delicate, with visible blue capillaries on the inner side of her fair thighs.

Ruan Zhiguo lowered his head and buried his head in the base of Fan Ling's thighs. "Mmm—"

Fan Ling felt her whole body begin to heat up. The pink panties tightly bound Fan Ling's most secret place.

Ruan Zhiguo gently kissed Fan Ling's inner thighs through her panties. The panties were slightly raised at the pubic area, and the thick, dark pubic hair beneath them was faintly visible.

Fan Ling gripped the sheets tightly with nervous hands. She felt waves of excitement in her lower body, and an unbearable itch made her feel a surge of heat flowing from deep within her. Her panties immediately became wet. Ruan Zhiguo licked the hollow at the base of Fan Ling's thighs with his tongue. Seeing that her panties were soaked, he knew that his beautiful wife was ready for his penetration. Ruan Zhiguo gently pulled off the girl's panties and placed them aside. The girl's mysterious vulva was revealed before him. Her full vulva was raised high, and under the thick, dark pubic hair, only a narrow slit was visible in the middle. Ruan Zhiguo gently parted the girl's two bright red and delicate labia. Clear mucus had soaked the girl's entire vulva. The tender, red clitoris on the upper edge of the labia majora stood erect in the middle of the flower bush, like a blooming peony.

"Ling, you are a gift from heaven, you are so beautiful, I would gladly die for you."

"No, you mustn't say such things."

Fan Ling reached out her fair hand and pressed it against Ruan Zhiguo's mouth. Ruan Zhiguo praised her again. His thick, hot penis was already erect between his legs. He leaned down and placed his penis against his wife's wet vulva without inserting it. Instead, he pressed Fan Ling's delicate body down beneath him, his hands kneading her breasts, his lips kissing her bright red lips, and his penis rubbing against her clitoris.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling was aroused and couldn't help herself. Her two fair arms wrapped around Ruan Zhiguo's neck. She closed her beautiful eyes, breathed sweetly, and whispered shyly, biting Ruan Zhiguo's earlobe, "Brother Guo, hurry up and go in."

Ruan Zhiguo looked at his beautiful wife lying on the ground beneath him, and with affection, he pressed his penis against Fan Ling's warm vaginal opening. With a gentle push, the head of his penis slid into Fan Ling's vagina. Fan Ling's pretty face turned even redder. She felt a tingling sensation in her lower body. Ruan Zhiguo touched the two tender white breasts of the beauty beneath him, and with another gentle push, his entire penis slid into Fan Ling's body.

"Oh—"

Fan Ling groaned softly, the full, tingling sensation in her vagina causing her to moan with pleasure. She raised her two fair, pink legs, tightly gripping Ruan Zhiguo's back. Thick, sticky fluid flowed from her hot vagina. Ruan Zhiguo increased the speed of his thrusts inside her. Fan Ling lowered her legs, placing her hands on the bed beside her, and forcefully raised her genitals to meet Ruan Zhiguo's repeated penetrations. The sturdy wooden bed creaked from their movements. "Oh—oh—"

Fan Ling shook her head, her long, beautiful hair clinging to her flushed cheeks with glistening drops of semen. After a full hour of this, they collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Ruan Zhiguo ejaculated inside Fan Ling. Semen slowly flowed from Fan Ling's beautiful vulva. Her hot body was buried in Ruan Zhiguo's arms, her pretty face radiating a dazzling and holy glow. She whispered, "Ruan, you're so strong, I love you."

Ruan Zhiguo turned over and said, "Go wash up, it's late."

Just then, Ruan Zhiguo suddenly heard an unusual clanging sound outside the room. He quietly got up and looked out the window, seeing a dark mass of figures. Knowing something was wrong, he grabbed his gun, throwing a nightgown to Fan Ling without even putting on his clothes, saying, "Quick, we're surrounded! Burn the codebook!"

The puppet troops had already begun to surround them. Ruan Zhiguo opened fire from the window.

Li Lintong, hiding behind the crowd, immediately ordered a full-scale attack upon seeing the target exposed.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Li Lintong shouted, waving his gun.

"Rat-a-tat!" The crisp gunshots carried far in the night.

Two puppet soldiers quietly bypassed Ruan Zhiguo's front and scaled the back of the building.

Flames erupted inside.

Li Lintong, knowing they were burning the codebook, roared frantically, "Damn it, capture them alive!"

The four or five puppet soldiers attacking from the front were all knocked to the ground, while those behind continued their frenzied charge.

The sound of shattering glass rang out, and Ruan Zhiguo looked back in horror to see two puppet soldiers had already rushed into the room.

"Wow—"

A long, agonizing scream rang out as a puppet soldier's head was shattered. At the same time, Ruan Zhiguo fell into a pool of blood, struck by more than a dozen bullets the moment he turned his head.

"Bang!" Several puppet soldiers kicked open the door.

Fan Ling turned back and smiled faintly, the last page of her codebook burning to ashes.

"Damn it!"

Li Lintong, furious, snatched a piece of paper from the brazier, glanced at the voluptuous Fan Ling, and sneered, "Take her away." The Counter-Secret Intelligence Bureau was located at No. 4 Yanting Street, Yongling, a small white villa. To outsiders, it appeared quite beautiful, with three floors above ground, but five more underground—a living hell.

A brightly lit interrogation room on the third basement floor was brightly lit; Lintong had decided to interrogate her that very night.

Li Lintong sat in a chair, four burly men behind him. Fan Ling was pushed in by two shirtless men, their hands twisted behind their backs.

Li Lintong said, "Miss, please sit down. I don't know whether to call you Madam Ruan or Miss Fan."

Fan Ling sat on a wooden chair in front of Li Lintong, looked at him, and said, "Whatever."

"Alright, then I'll call you Madam Ruan for now."

After a pause, Li Lintong said, "Madam Ruan, are you going to hand over the codebook voluntarily, or do you want us to help you?"

"What codebook do you want? I know everything."

"Don't play along with me. You should know I have a thousand ways to make you talk."

Fan Ling looked at the ceiling and didn't speak again.

Li Lintong coldly stared at Fan Ling and said, "It seems Madam Ruan doesn't want to confess readily. Help her."

Four burly men lewdly pounced on her, stripping her of her clothes. Soon, Fan Ling was completely naked.

"Beasts,"

Fan Ling cursed as she squatted down, covering her breasts with her hands and clamping her legs tightly together.

Fan Ling's skin was very white and delicate. A large section of her full, snow-white chest was visible between her arms, incredibly alluring. The dark, glossy down on her thighs, visible as she squatted, added to the allure of her body.

Li Lintong, his lust flaring, leered and said, "Tie her up."

Four burly men immediately lifted Fan Ling onto an iron bed with metal buckles around the edges, pressing her face up and roughly pulling her limbs apart, then tightly securing them with the buckles.

Fan Ling's face flushed red. She closed her eyes and remained silent.

Li Lintong, lewdly, approached the bed, his hands kneading and pinching Fan Ling's two round, firm breasts, then flicking at the two pink nipples with his fingernails. Fan

Ling quieted down and stopped struggling; she simply bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth.

Li Lintong's hand slid over Fan Ling's smooth abdomen, past her round navel, and then to a woman's most private place.

At the base of Fan Ling's two white thighs, a tuft of black hair, about the size of a child's fist, spread out, and Li Lintong's hand reached into it.

Fan Ling didn't cry out, but her body trembled slightly.

Li Lintong lewdly pulled open Fan Ling's two bright red panties, suddenly letting out a gasp: "Madam Ruan, you're having a good time, aren't you? Hahaha."

Li Lintong let out a lewd laugh.

Fan Ling blushed with shame. Although she was a special agent, she was also a woman, a beautiful woman. Now, as a woman, her most private parts were completely exposed to the enemy, and she still felt ashamed. A captivating blush began to appear on her fair, jade-like body.

Li Lintong applied a cream to Fan Ling's genitals, then began to caress her two small but round breasts. Her pointed pink nipples were slightly upturned. Li Lintong pinched one of Fan Ling's breasts in his hand, squeezing and kneading her elastic breast like dough, and rubbing her nipple incessantly with his palm. Fan Ling

's pretty face began to flush. She felt waves of indescribable discomfort from her nipple, accompanied by an indescribable pleasure. The torture bed beneath her was no longer cold, but began to warm up little by little. Worse still, she felt an itch between her thighs, which grew increasingly itchy, and a liquid began to seep out.

Fan Ling raised her head and glanced at Li Lintong with difficulty. She knew what Li Lintong had just applied to her lower body. Her last shred of reason made her curse, but what could that change?

Li Lintong's hand slowly slid over Fan Ling's smooth and delicate abdomen, gradually moving towards the space between her white legs.

Fan Ling's jade-like, tender body writhed on the torture bed.

Li Lintong leered as he touched her dark, oily pubic hair.

Fan Ling's mons pubis was full and fleshy, rising upwards with thick pubic hair flowing gracefully down the sides.

Her labia were a pale pink, pressed tightly together like embankments in a thicket of grass. Li Lintong leered as he parted her pubic hair to the sides, then gently pinched the girl's labia with both hands, slowly turning them open.

Fan Ling arched her body, feeling waves of tingling pleasure in her vulva. She wanted to scratch, but couldn't.

A thin stream of clear, glistening fluid flowed from the small opening between the girl's labia. Li Lintong leered as he pointed his middle finger and gently inserted it into the girl's soft, moist passage.

"Oh—"

Fan Ling lost control of her senses and let out a soft moan of pleasure.

Li Lintong gently thrust his fingers in and out of Fan Ling's vagina dozens of times. His fingers were covered in the fluid from Fan Ling's vagina, which was already overflowing with moisture, soaking a large area of the iron bed beneath her. Fan

Ling's face flushed crimson, and she gasped for breath, yearning for Li Lintong's entry.

Li Lintong leered at the girl's heaving breasts, a cruel smile on his face. He brought his foul mouth close to Fan Ling's pretty face and said, "Miss Fan, quickly tell me the contents of the codebook, and I can get them to help you."

Fan Ling endured the intense itching in her lower body, looked at Li Lintong, closed her eyes, and said, "Don't even think about it."

So, Li Lintong broke his promise and was the first to insert his penis into the girl's vagina, relieving Fan Ling's thirst while he enjoyed himself. Then came the second and the third.

By the third time, the medicine applied to Fan Ling's genitals had worn off, and Fan Ling regained consciousness, cursing incessantly.

As the fourth man entered, Fan Ling felt a stinging pain. Finally, the fourth and fifth men rose from her naked body. Fan Ling's body was covered in fine beads of sweat, her long hair damp and draped over her snow-white shoulders. Her face was pale after her previous beauty, and her thighs were covered in milky-white semen.

Li Lintong lewdly wiped Fan Ling's lower body with a white cloth, then held the semen-soaked cloth in front of her eyes, leering, "Miss Fan, this feels much better than your husband's, doesn't it!"

Several burly men nearby laughed obscenely.

Fan Ling opened her beautiful eyes and glared fiercely at Li Lintong's face, cursing, "You beasts, Wu Dinh Diem and the Americans' lackeys! The Vietnamese people will never forgive you! One day, you'll see!"

"You filthy bitch, we'll make you talk,"

Li Lintong grinned maliciously at his men, "First, wash Miss Fan's body."

One of the thugs picked up a high-pressure water hose and turned on the power.

With a "whoosh," water gushed out as the thug laughed and sprayed water onto Fan Ling's breasts, genitals, and other sensitive areas.

Fan Ling's two firm breasts swayed from side to side as the water flowed. When the water reached between her thighs, her bright red labia were forced apart, and milky white semen flowed from her vagina, carried away by the water.

The thug swept the water over the girl's anus, labia, and mons pubis repeatedly, then back again, her labia swaying and parting to reveal her tender vulva. Li Lintong and several thugs laughed heartily.

Fan Ling humiliatedly held back her tears, letting the thugs play with her.

This continued for more than ten minutes until the thug, seeing that Fan Ling had no reaction, lost interest and stopped washing her.

Li Lintong picked up a clean white towel and slowly and carefully wiped the girl's two white, firm breasts by the torture bed. Then he wiped her armpits, cleavage, smooth abdomen, and then her two round, straight, and long thighs. Finally, he reached her pubic area. Li Lintong lewdly pressed the towel against the girl's alluring pubic hair, gently rubbing it. While kneading her plump mons pubis, he used his other hand to play with the inside of her white thighs.

Fan Ling kept her beautiful eyes closed and didn't move. Li Lintong lewdly opened the girl's left labia, wrapped the fleshy labia with the towel, and gently kneaded it, chuckling, "Miss Fan, you are so beautiful, even this part is so alluring."

He then gently pinched the folds of the towel where the girl's labia met her skin. Then he touched the other labia, stuffed a little towel into the girl's vagina, pulled it out, and wiped her vagina clean. Then, with obvious delight, he inserted two fingers into her vagina and probed inside, saying, "Miss Fan, you are truly too beautiful. It's better to say it out loud; I really can't bear to torture this flawless body."

"You bunch of scoundrels, don't even think about me telling you!"

Fan Ling declared righteously.

"Fine."

Li Lintong ordered his henchmen to untie Fan Ling from the torture bed, push her naked body under a tall frame, and order them to tie one of her fair, delicate ankles with a rope. Then, the rope was pulled over the beam, suspending her upside down with her head about a meter off the ground. Li Lintong, leering, personally tied her two delicate, white arms behind her back.

Li Lintong, leering, squatted beneath the girl, examining her dry genitals. He grinned maliciously and said, "Miss Fan, I'll give you one more chance. Will you talk?"

Fan Ling raised her drooping head, looked at Li Lintong, and said, "There's nothing to say."

Li Lintong coldly glanced at Fan Ling and ordered his men, "Bring out that vat of water."

Two men brought in a large vat filled with water. Li Lintong ordered two thugs to place the vat of water beneath Fan Ling. He leered at Fan Ling, reached out and touched her smooth breasts, and said, "Soak her."

The two thugs who had been binding Fan Ling's legs immediately released the ropes. Fan Ling's head and chest were immediately submerged in the water.

Li Lintong leered at the girl's beautiful lower body, at her naked body.

Silence fell over the torture chamber.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds... Suddenly, the girl's body began to struggle violently, her two white legs writhing pitifully.

"Pull her up,"

Li Lintong said.

Two thugs tightened the ropes, pulling Fan Ling out of the water. She coughed violently, her pretty face flushed crimson. Water droplets dripped from her long, drooping hair.

"How's it going, Miss Fan? Not good, huh? Tell me, or next time it'll be even longer."

"No,"

Fan Ling uttered a single word.

"You filthy bitch,"

Li Lintong cursed viciously, suddenly grabbing her breasts.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling cried out in pain.

Li Lintong grinned maliciously and waved his hand, the two thugs releasing the ropes.

With a "gulp," Fan Ling choked on water, her screams abruptly ceasing.

Fan Ling struggled pitifully.

10 seconds, 20 seconds, Fan Ling writhed violently, her slender hands bound behind her back, her fingernails digging into the flesh of her other hand. 30 seconds, 40 seconds, 50 seconds, time slowly passed.

Fan Ling's writhing gradually stopped, then her labia, nestled between her pubic hair, parted and opened, and with a "whoosh," a stream of urine shot out, yellow urine flowing down her white legs.

Li Lintong ordered his thugs to put away the ropes, lay her flat on the ground, and immediately began artificial respiration and CPR.

After about ten minutes, Fan Ling regained consciousness.

Looking at the panting Fan Ling, Li Lintong sneered, "Miss Fan, want to try again?"

"You beast, use whatever means you have, but don't even think about revealing the codebook."

So, Fan Ling was put down again. This was repeated four times that night. It must have been dawn outside, so Li Lintong had no choice but to order his thugs to take Fan Ling away for interrogation the next day.

Two large trucks full of American soldiers were driving along Highway 7 through the dense forest. Because this was American-occupied territory, the soldiers in the trucks were not very vigilant; some were chewing gum, and some were even fast asleep.

"Screech—"

The military vehicle braked sharply, and a donkey cart loaded with hay drove past it down the side road.

"Damn it, are they crazy? Stupid nation!"

the American driver cursed.

"Don't move!"

Dozens of North Vietnamese soldiers in coarse blue-black uniforms with white headscarves suddenly appeared on the grass beside them. Then, another Vietnamese soldier jumped up from the hay, dozens of dark gun barrels pointed at the two vehicles.

An American soldier reluctantly picked up his gun, but before he could raise it, two bullets pierced his chest.

One by one, the Americans jumped off the vehicle with their hands raised.

A tall, burly man with thick eyebrows and a ruddy complexion said in English, "Quickly take off all your clothes, quick!"

This burly man was the leader of the raiding party, Nguyen Hung Nam.

Fifteen minutes later, more than 30 "American soldiers" rode in military vehicles toward the US military base in the Vinh Linh area.

Two American drivers were still on the road. It wasn't that the small team lacked driving skills, but rather it was for easier access to the American base. Two Vietnamese soldiers sat on either side of the two American drivers, their pistols pointed tightly at their waists.

The American military base in the Vinh Ling area was located on a hillside, beyond which stretched over 1000 meters of electrified barbed wire and a minefield over 100 meters wide. The area was situated on the border of the American-occupied territory, making its defenses impenetrable.

The July sun blazed fiercely, scorching the earth. Two American soldiers at the base's sentry post were drowsy. Two plumes of white dust rose from the winding mountain road in the distance, indicating that two vehicles were approaching. Having been notified that two reinforcement vehicles would arrive at the base that afternoon, the two soldiers had cleared the barricades from a distance.

The two vehicles stopped at the gate. The sentry said something, and the Vietnamese soldier in one of the vehicles pointed to the American soldier's waist. The American soldier produced a pass, and the two Vietnamese soldiers in the second vehicle jumped out, their helmets lowered, and approached the sentry.

Two muffled groans rang out simultaneously as two Vietnamese soldiers dragged the bodies of two American soldiers into the watchtower, then stood at the entrance themselves.

The military vehicle continued driving into the base.

Upon reaching a three-story main building, Nguyen Hung Nam waved his hand, and the Vietnamese soldiers jumped out of the vehicle and headed towards the main building.

"They are Vietnamese."

A driver suddenly flung open the car door and ran out shouting.

Nguyen Hung Nam fired several shots at him. The Vietnamese soldiers scattered in all directions, throwing dozens of grenades at the surrounding crowds and buildings.

"Boom! Boom—"

Smoke billowed from the base. Two Vietnamese soldiers grabbed two machine guns behind sandbags on either side and opened fire on the American soldiers.

Caught off guard, the Americans were shot down one after another. Dozens of unarmed American soldiers ran out of the barracks to grab their weapons and fight back, but were mowed down by the machine gun fire.

Nguyen Hung Nam led a dozen Vietnamese soldiers into the building. A burst of gunfire echoed through the corridor. Several Americans carrying submachine guns rushed out from a side door, only to be thrown back by the gunfire and crash heavily into the wall, staining the white wall crimson with blood.

"Bang!" Nguyen Hung Nam kicked open a wooden door, and a general who was drinking coffee looked up in surprise.

"General Robert, please come with us."

Two Vietnamese soldiers grabbed his hands.

A loud crash echoed from a side room in the passageway. Nguyen Hung Nam raised his gun and kicked open the door.

"Don't kill her,"

Robert said.

Inside was a young, pretty American nurse in a white nurse's uniform and white dress. Her name was Nate, and she was Robert's personal nurse.

"Take her with you," Nguyen Hung Nam said.

The small team hurriedly got into the vehicle, and several American soldiers who rushed up were mowed down by the machine gun at the rear. The military vehicle accelerated out of the sentry post, and two Vietnamese soldiers jumped onto the vehicle. Amid the panicked American soldiers, the military vehicle sped away.

When Major Kurt arrived with reinforcements, the base was already in ruins. The Vietnamese army's raid was highly targeted, and the timing was perfect. What did they want to do by capturing the general?

George, the highest-ranking American commander in the Vinh Ling area, summoned Li Lintong, Kurt, and others.

George glanced at the documents in his hand and turned to Kurt, saying, "Major, you believe this operation by the Vietnamese army was specifically targeting the General, meaning they knew he was coming here."

"Yes." "But how would the Vietnamese army know he was coming?"

"Oh," Kurt shrugged, "You'll have to ask the Counterintelligence Bureau."

Li Lintong stood up and said, "It was definitely not information leaked by my Counterintelligence Bureau."

George nodded and said, "Major Kurt didn't say you leaked information, but did he mean it was related to the female spy you just arrested?"

Li Lintong nodded and said, "The Colonel is right. I'll go interrogate that female spy immediately."

George chuckled and said, "What? That female spy hasn't confessed yet after all last night?"

Li Lintong wiped his sweat and said, "That female spy is very stubborn; I didn't get anything out of her."

George seemed interested and said, "Then let's go together tonight. Major Kurt is quite good with young women."

A closed elevator took Li Lintong and Major Kurt to the torture chamber on the third basement level.

Two 150W incandescent light bulbs illuminated the entire torture chamber brightly.

Li Lintong and Kurt sat behind a large wooden table.

Li Lintong pressed a button on the table.

A moment later, the door to the torture chamber opened, and two thugs brought in a naked young woman.

The woman's long hair cascaded down her white shoulders, and her two firm breasts, like inverted bowls, were extremely white, tender, and elastic, with two pink nipples adorning small areolas. Kurt's gaze immediately fell on the pubic hair at the base of the woman's straight white legs.

Fan Ling straightened her body; she knew that in the hands of devils, all concealment was useless and would only arouse their lust. Li Lintong waved his hand, and the two thugs directly tied the woman to an iron post. Her hands were bound behind and upward to the post, and then a rope was coiled around her feet and tied to the post.

Looking at the girl's fair, full breasts and the pubic hair arranged in an inverted triangle, Kurt swallowed hard and said, "What a tempting girl."

"Of course she's good. You'll see how amazing it is once you try it,"

Li Lintong said with a lewd grin.

Kurt chuckled and said, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Li Lintong lewdly ordered the thugs to leave, closed the iron door, and the torture chamber fell silent. Li Lintong and Kurt exchanged a smile and walked towards Fan Ling, who was leaning against the iron pillar.

Kurt stripped off his clothes, revealing a muscular physique and black chest hair. His penis wasn't very hard yet, but it was already frighteningly large.

Fan Ling looked at Kurt's penis and almost fainted. Kurt's thing was really too big, much larger than that of an Asian man. Fan Ling closed her beautiful eyes, wondering if she could withstand such a thick and long thing being inserted into her narrow space.

Kurt, leering, approached the iron pillar, his rough, calloused hands grabbing Fan Ling's two smooth breasts, squeezing them hard, then pressing them together to make her nipples protrude. Kurt grinned lewdly as he took one of the girl's pink nipples into his mouth, his wet tongue repeatedly sucking and licking the sensitive tip.

Fan Ling looked down at Kurt's hands pinching her nipples, then taking them into his mouth. She didn't feel the same thrill as yesterday; instead, she felt a stinging pain. She gasped and cursed.

Kurt's penis was already erect, over a foot long. After squeezing the girl's breasts, his rough, calloused hands groped her two delicate, white, slender, and smooth arms, lewdly kissing her neck, armpits, and cleavage. Soon, her upper body was wet—not from her sweat, but from Kurt's saliva.

Then Kurt turned her head and opened his mouth, intending to kiss her bright red lips. Fan Ling turned her head away in disgust, tightly closing her eyes and lips. Kurt's large mouth covered the girl's cherry lips, sucking and licking them, then her delicate nose and fair earlobes.

Finally, Kurt squatted down, looking with great interest at the girl's two white and tender jade feet.

Fan Ling's two jade feet were crystal clear, as if carved from white jade, and Kurt was captivated by them. He personally untied the ropes binding the girl's jade feet.

Li Lintong looked at Kurt in confusion, not understanding what Kurt wanted to do.

Kurt lewdly told Li Lintong to tie one of the girl's feet tightly to the iron post again, then, lewdly, he lifted the girl's untied foot, grabbed her jade foot, and suddenly lifted that white leg.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling blushed and couldn't help but let out a gasp.

Kurt lifted her jade-like legs above her head, leering as he tied one of her ankles with a rope, then tied the other end to an iron post. This spread Fan Ling's legs almost into a V-shape, revealing her secrets even more clearly.

Kurt, already taller than Fan Ling, leered as he pinched one of her feet, licking each of her toes with his tongue. Then he touched the soles of her feet.

"Ah—ha—"

Fan Ling felt the intense tickling sensation in her soles and couldn't help but cry out again.

Kurt had a fanatical fascination with young girls' feet. He leered as he pinched and caressed her shapely, firm calves, then leered again as he slowly tasted her calves with his blood-red tongue.

Fan Ling's body writhed; she hadn't been this agitated even after being gang-raped yesterday. Perhaps it was because Kurt was a different race, or perhaps Kurt was truly perverted.

Kurt leered as he touched Fan Ling's rounded, elastic calves, then her full, firm, and incredibly sexy thighs.

Kurt slowly, slowly, squatted down, his head gradually approaching Fan Ling's most sensitive spot. Finally—Fan Ling opened her mouth wide, panting heavily, her two high, firm breasts heaving violently. She felt Kurt's hand slip into her secret place.

Kurt lewdly wedged his hand into the girl's pubic hair, lewdly parting the pubic hair between her thighs. Because one leg was raised, the girl's secret place was already somewhat open, and Kurt easily found the secret passage in the girl's pubic hair. Kurt smiled as he parted the girl's labia, bringing his mouth to kiss the girl's vulva, while simultaneously extending his tongue to lick open her two pink labia minora and insert his tongue into the girl's warm, moist vagina.

Fan Ling arched her body, Kurt's tongue licking and sucking incessantly in her most sensitive spot, and she felt fluid coming out.

Kurt lewdly swayed his tongue from side to side inside the girl's vagina, sometimes inserting and sometimes withdrawing, making the girl feel hot all over, unable to restrain her lust.

After about ten minutes of lewd laughter, Kurt stood up, aimed his penis at Fan Ling's wet vagina, and thrust it in forcefully.

With a hiss, his entire penis slid in.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling tilted her head back, feeling a surge of fullness and tingling in her lower body, a tingling, numb sensation spreading throughout her body, an indescribable pleasure.

Kurt squeezed the girl's breasts while thrusting his penis in and out, repeatedly penetrating deep into her vagina, then withdrawing and thrusting again. Kurt was very satisfied with the female prisoner's performance; he felt her vagina was very wet and slippery, the hot vaginal flesh tightly gripping his penis. He rubbed the head of his penis against the vaginal walls, and waves of vaginal fluid flowed from where they were joined.

With a series of soft, thumping sounds, Kurt's penis plunged into the girl's overflowing vagina. Her juices flowed freely, soaking Kurt's pubic hair and the girl's pubic hair, which clumped together in a sticky, sticky mass. Streams of clear, warm, slippery fluid flowed from the girl's vagina, running down her leg bound to the iron post and pooling at her feet.

Fan Ling's high breasts heaved, her entire body flushed with a captivating blush, her red lips slightly parted, responding to Kurt's repeated thrusts. Seeing Kurt and Fan Ling's reactions, Li Lintong was extremely surprised. Could the beautiful North Vietnamese spy have fallen in love?

While penetrating her, Kurt said, "Little girl, it tastes good, doesn't it? Was it you who kidnapped the general?"

Fan Ling's body trembled, her mind cleared, and she opened her beautiful eyes, staring at Kurt, saying, "They succeeded!"

Kurt thrust in and out a few more times, saying, "That's right, please cooperate with us.

" Fan Ling groaned a few more times under Kurt's thrusting, saying, "No, you want me to cooperate? Don't even think about it."

"Bastard."

Kurt felt cheated. He thrust in a few more times, ejaculating a thick stream of semen into the girl's vagina, and then withdrew his penis.

Watching the semen flow out of the girl's vagina, Li Lintong said, "Major, it seems your method has worked. Let's see our method first."

Li Lintong opened the door and ordered the thugs to come in.

The four thugs came in and saw the girl's lower body still dripping with semen on the iron pillar, and they immediately understood what had just happened.

Li Lintong poured a bucket of cold water all over the girl's body, and her body trembled.

Li Lintong grinned as he approached the rack, lifting the girl's chin and saying, "Miss Fan, it's not too late to talk now."

"Beast,"

Fan Ling turned her head away.

Li Lintong knew that all the Viet Cong female spies were very unyielding. He hadn't expected her to speak from the start. Yesterday, he had used the water torture, hoping it would not damage her body and would get her to talk. The girl was really beautiful, and he hadn't had enough of her yet. If he could conquer her and use her as a double agent, that would be ideal. But judging from today's situation, that was almost impossible. So he decided to use torture that was unbearable for modern people.

He ordered his henchmen to dry the girl's body with a towel, then clapped his hands. One of the henchmen pushed a small silver cart out of a nearby room, and the cart slowly stopped beside the girl.

Fan Ling stared in astonishment at the cart, which had three layers. The first layer held a thick iron rod covered in small spikes, next to two small clamps. The second layer contained two large plates of bright red chili powder, next to a pair of long, flat black pliers, over a foot long. Beside the pliers was a strangely shaped, flat object; Fan Ling didn't know what it was or what it was for. The third layer was simple: a thin blade and a packet of salt.

Li Lintong sneered, "Miss Fan, speak. If I didn't want to beat you badly, I have a hundred ways to make you confess."

"You beast, use whatever methods you have! Don't even think about me confessing!"

"Since you don't want to talk, then I'm sorry."

Li Lintong grinned at the two thugs, saying, "Let Miss Fan taste the power of electricity first."

So Fan Ling was taken off the iron rod, and the two thugs lifted her onto an iron bed, spreading her limbs apart and tightly strapping them to the four corners with leather straps.

Li Lintong approached the torture bed, looking at the girl's breasts. He ordered his thugs to clamp two clips onto her nipples.

"Snap!" Li Lintong grinned maliciously and switched on the power.

Fan Ling's body jerked violently, her limbs tensing and stiffening. Her soft breasts felt like two stones, her pretty face contorted in pain, her hands clenching tightly, but she didn't scream.

Li Lintong leered at Fan Ling, who was writhing on the torture bed like a grilled fish, and then increased the current.

"Ah—ah—"

A heart-wrenching scream seemed to come from the depths of the earth.

Fan Ling's body convulsed, emitting long, agonizing cries.

Five minutes later, Li Lintong grinned maliciously and switched off the power.

"Snap!" Fan Ling's body fell back onto the torture bed, panting heavily, her teeth chattering.

"How is it, Miss Fan? Not good, are you? Tell me."

"No."

Fan Ling shook her head.

The current was switched back on.

"Agh—"

Fan Ling's body arched upwards like a toy, an electric current passing through her nipples. Her body arched backwards, her head tilted back, her pretty face deathly pale, sweat dripping from her body. Her naked body shimmered with sweat, covered in beads of perspiration as if she had just emerged from water. Her pubic hair was completely soaked. From her contorted face, one could see the extent of her pain. Her screams echoed throughout the torture chamber.

Li Lintong and Kurt were unmoved by the female spy's unbearable suffering; all they wanted was her confession. They found it incredibly stimulating whenever the girl screamed and arched her chest.

Li Lintong turned off the current again.

Fan Ling lay on the torture bed like a limp noodle, breathing heavily and laboriously.

"Miss Fan, will you talk or not?"

Fan Ling did not answer.

Li Lintong ordered the henchmen to wipe the sweat off the girl's body with towels, while Kurt personally took a dry white towel and wiped the area between the girl's thighs until the towel became wet.

“Pretty girl, if you don’t talk, you’ll get even more punishment.”

Kurt said, staring at the part of the girl’s dark pubic hair that had split open.

Silence!

With a lewd grin, Kurt stuffed a piece of wood under the girl's buttocks, then, grinning maliciously, inserted the barbed iron rod between her legs, parting her bright red lips. He then slowly rotated the rod as he thrust it into her rosy vagina, chuckling as he did so. "Miss Fan," he said, "now you'll taste the fresh feast prepared for you. The pleasure and pain this game will bring you are ten times, a hundred times, more than anything else in the world. If you know what's good for you, confess now. If you wait until you've suffered enough, you'll regret it."

Fan Ling didn't answer. She took a breath, closed her open lips, and clenched her teeth tightly. She was aware of the torture she was about to endure and was determined to overcome it.

Major Kurt grinned maliciously as he connected the power cord trailing behind the iron rod to a power source. The indicator light on the current controller lit up, and the iron rod slowly withdrew from her vagina, then slowly, rhythmically, vibrated as it was inserted again. Her labia were scraped and rubbed against the thick, barbed iron rod, pulling them inside, along with pubic hair that was also entangled in the rod and drawn into her vagina.

Fan Ling threw her head back, her eyes wide, blazing with two chilling and terrifying flames. She felt humiliated, felt a cruel act more vile than rape. Then she saw Li Lintong and Kurt's sinister smiles, the tip of the iron rod gently vibrating rhythmically, thrusting in and out with a squeaking sound, the speed increasing each time.

"Kill me! Kill me!"

Fan Ling screamed and cursed, "You heartless beasts! Our people will avenge me!" "Who will avenge you? How could they know you're enjoying yourself here!" "

Kurt watched with a teasing gaze as the iron rod churned inside the girl's vagina.

A hairy hand tightened the current controller.

"Oh."

Fan Lu glanced at Kurt, then painfully closed her eyes. Her body writhed on the torture bed, her heels tensed, her hands trembling as if trying to grasp something, breaking free from the straps only to be tightened again. Her breathing quickened, her open mouth swaying from side to side. Fan Lu felt even hotter than when Kurt had entered her earlier, her delicate face flushed crimson.

She groaned, swallowing saliva repeatedly.

The iron rod inside her vagina trembled violently, the metal and current rubbing against the most concentrated nerve endings on her vaginal walls—Fan Ling shook her head, as if trying to break free yet also clinging tightly to something. She was still holding onto the last line of reason and consciousness, her teeth biting her lower lip until it bled—the current indicator light went out.

"Well, you're in heaven now! We've given you such happiness, shouldn't you tell us?" Li

Lintong and Kurt stared at Fan Ling like two hungry cats eyeing a fish.

Fan Ling took a breath and slowly opened her eyes.

"Pah!"

Fan Ling spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Kurt's face with resentment, then turned her head and calmly closed her eyes.

The indicator light for the current came on again.

Fan Ling's eyes widened suddenly, her two white legs straightened abruptly, her body arched backward, and as the current intensified, the veins on the back of Fan Ling's feet bulged, her wrists twisted backward, and the muscles in her abdomen and inner thighs changed from intermittent twitching to rapid spasms.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling let out a series of screams, the piercing screams were chilling, the iron rod had been inserted into her vagina for more than a foot and a half, the tip of the iron rod had entered her uterus, and was still slowly and relentlessly pushing it in.

Fan Ling's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets, her eye sockets were about to burst.

The indicator light for the current went out again.

"Well, as long as you talk it out, you can go back to heaven." Fan

Ling turned her head with difficulty, unable to speak, only shaking her head at Kurt.

Kurt's hairy hand pressed on the controller again.

Li Lintong held Kurt's hand down and shook his head; he wanted a confession, not to torture a woman to death.

The iron rod was then pulled from the girl's lower body, and two thugs began massaging her stiff muscles, while 50cc of glucose solution containing a sedative was injected into her body. Two other thugs cleaned the girl's body with warm water.

An hour later, the torture began again.

Li Lintong ... The henchmen tied the girl upside down to a Y-shaped rack, her legs stretched taut and tightly bound, her arms tied behind her back.

Kurt, leering, strode to the rack, grabbed one of the girl's jade-like feet, and pulled an iron needle from the torture instruments. With a savage grin, he pinched the girl's left little toe and plunged it viciously into the nail.

Fan Ling didn't scream. Kurt grinned and shook the needle embedded in the girl's toe, then cruelly peeled off the toenail.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling groaned, blood flowing from her toe.

"Tell me."

Silence!

Kurt inserted a second needle into her second toe.

By the time the tenth needle was inserted, she had fainted three times.

Bright red blood flowed down her white, jade-like feet along her spread, tender thighs, some even seeping into her vagina.

Fan Ling was jolted awake again by a splash of cold water.

"Will you talk or not?" "

The answer they received was still 'I don't know.'

So a ladle of hot, concentrated salt water was poured onto her two bloodied, delicate feet.

'Ah—ah—'

The girl's feet twitched in agony, and Kurt, grinning maliciously, used a needle to prick the tender flesh exposed by her toenails.

Blood and salt water formed a stream flowing back into the girl's fleshy opening, stretched open by her dark pubic hair, and soon overflowed from within.

With a 'sizzle,' Kurt shoved an iron rod into the girl's vagina.

Blood and salt water gushed out from the gap between the iron rod and her labia.

'Will you talk or not?'" “

No,” Fan Ling shook her head weakly.

“Bastard,” Kurt cursed.

Then Li Lintong took the strange device from the cart.

With a sinister laugh, the two slightly curved, flat metal pieces were inserted into the girl’s vagina. Li Lintong turned the screw, and the two flat metal pieces were slowly separated to the opposite side, thus slowly stretching Fan Ling’s vagina open.

Fan Ling kept her beautiful eyes tightly closed.

The metal pieces gradually widened Fan Ling’s vagina into a bowl-shaped fleshy hole. A thug brought a flashlight, and when the light shone on it, the mucous membrane and folds of the girl’s vagina were clearly visible. The pink, slippery vaginal walls were still slightly writhing, and wisps of heat were rising from the girl’s vagina.

“Will you talk or not?” "

Kurt lewdly squatted down and pinched the girl's breasts.

Fan Ling was already sweating profusely from the pain, but she still shook her head.

Then a large plate of chili powder was poured into the girl's stretched-open vagina, followed by a cup of salt.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling felt a sharp, burning pain in her vagina and could

n't help but scream loudly. "Will you confess?"

"—"

Then Li Lintong grinned and poured a kettle of boiling water into the girl's stretched-open vagina.

"Ah—ah—"

The girl screamed horribly, her whole body convulsing wildly, then the screams stopped abruptly and she fainted.

The girl was awakened by the cold water. Li Lintong inserted a thin, long iron rod into her vagina, stirring the salt and chili powder inside, and occasionally thrusting it deep into her uterus.

Fan Ling was in excruciating pain; her lower lip was bitten raw, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her contorted, pale face turned bluish.

"Will you talk? Will you talk?"

Li Lintong relentlessly thrust the iron rod into the girl's vagina, sweat beading on his own face, but the girl remained silent.

The flat iron was pulled out of the girl's vagina, and Li Lintong kicked her in the lower abdomen.

"Sizzle!" A jet of water mixed with salt and chili powder spurted out of the girl's vagina.

Li Lintong poured some alcohol into the girl's armpit and then, grinning maliciously, lit the alcohol inside.

Blue flames appeared.

"Ah—ah—!"

the girl screamed, the smell of burning hair and flesh filling the torture chamber.

When the fire went out, one of the girl's armpits was charred.

"Will you talk or not, ah—"

Li Lintong went mad.

Fan Ling glanced at Li Lintong with contempt and didn't answer.

So the alcohol was poured into the girl's other armpit and reignited.

The girl fainted again.

Several buckets of cold water woke the girl up.

"Will you talk or not?"

Fan Ling was in too much pain to speak.

Li Lintong grinned lewdly and reached his hand towards the girl's genitals again.

Li Lintong grinned lewdly and took a long, thin wire from the torture instruments on the ground. He grinned savagely and used his left hand to part the girl's pubic hair, turning her two swollen labia apart. He grinned savagely and inserted the wire into the girl's urethra, inserting it deep into her.

"Ah—"

Fan Ling screamed as her naked body rose up. Blood mixed with urine flowed from the girl's urethra. Li Lintong grinned savagely and forcefully stirred the wire in the girl's urethra again and again until the girl fainted again.

Kurt and Li Lintong looked at the unconscious female spy on the rack, truly at a loss. Her breasts were still so white and firm; although her lower body had suffered inhuman torture, it was still so alluring from the outside, with a fist-sized patch of thick black hair that was so shiny.

"Report," a voice came from outside the torture chamber.

The door opened, and a handwritten order from Officer George was placed in Li Lintong's hand. It read: "Just received news from the Viet Cong. They have specified that I will exchange that female spy for the Viet Cong commander Nguyen Van Xuan tomorrow at Dinh Son on the border of the Vinh Linh region. You must ensure the female prisoner's safety.

" "You got off easy,"

Kurt thought to himself, looking at the unconscious female prisoner.

On the way back to headquarters, Kurt remembered the Viet Cong commander Nguyen Van Xuan in the Vinh Linh region. He had been captured after being seriously wounded in a fierce battle. The American casualties in that battle were extremely heavy, but Kurt was confident that the Viet Cong's casualties were more than three times theirs.

This was a narrow valley deep in Dinh Son, densely wooded, where the scorching sun was barely visible. A stream flowed through the middle of the valley.

"Ah—ah—"

A young girl's cry of pain echoed from the narrow valley, interspersed with the heavy breathing of a man.

Under a large wedge-shaped tree, the young and beautiful nurse, Nate, was being held up by several Vietnamese soldiers to a wooden table. She was pressed face up onto the table, her top pulled up above her chest, her two mature, full, and white breasts swaying on the surface. Then, two other Vietnamese soldiers each held down one of her snow-white feet and pulled them apart. A tall Vietnamese soldier lifted Nate's short skirt, then, with lustful laughter, reached his hand between Nate's kicking legs and pulled on her pink panties, tearing them off with a "plop."

"Oh, God, let her go! She's innocent!"

cried Robert, who was tied to a tree trunk nearby.

Beside him, Nguyen Hung Nam, his face grim as he silently smoked, grabbed Robert by the collar and said, "General, you're really something. Have you seen what your American soldiers have done in Vietnam?"

Nguyen Hung Nam shoved Robert away violently.

He hadn't originally allowed his men to gang rape Nee, but thinking of his wife and daughter, whose deaths were so tragic, the rationality of revenge overwhelmed everything. He couldn't believe that the female agent, Pham Ling, in American hands wouldn't suffer sexual abuse at the hands of the Americans.

Nee's pubic hair was thick and abundant, extending from her lower abdomen to her anus, the golden color against her unique white skin incredibly alluring. Nguyen Hung Nam also felt a strong desire, but he controlled himself and didn't act on it.

Then, the Vietnamese soldier parted the pubic hair, inserting a finger from each hand into Nee's tightly closed labia, parting them to reveal a captivating fairy cave.

Nee kicked her legs desperately; she felt a cool sensation in her private parts, and she was terrified.

Her labia were thin, a pale red, and exceptionally tender.

The Vietnamese soldier began to press down, placing his penis between Nite's labia and then slowly inserting it while holding her legs apart.

Tears welled in Nite's large eyes. With all her might, she cried out in despair, kicking her legs against the table four or five times, but to no avail. With each kick, he pushed in an inch more.

Nite was finally penetrated by the Vietnamese man. She felt how large and hard he was, utterly devoid of tenderness. He thrust into her again and again, his pubic bone slamming against her clitoris repeatedly. She gritted her teeth, tightly closing her eyes, trying to swallow her tears, but she couldn't.

The Vietnamese man ravaged her body and nerves with a ferocious, storm-like force. Each powerful thrust of his penis brought a stimulating, pleasurable pain to Nite, making her lose control like a small boat in a typhoon. She began to moan in pain, a mixture of agony, shame, despair, repression, and pleasure. Thin fluid gushed from her vagina with each withdrawal, flowing over her anus and dripping onto the wooden table.

The Vietnamese man began his final thrusts, his ferocity like a piston in a rapidly spinning steam engine, turning her moans into a long, drawn-out "hmm." Her legs, which had been kicking restlessly on the table, stretched straight, arches taut, awaiting him to bring a temporary end to the greatest humiliation a man could inflict upon her.

The two Vietnamese soldiers who had been holding her legs down had already released her, allowing her thighs to straddle the Vietnamese man's waist. With each thrust of his penis, she swayed, her breasts bobbing with each impact. The table creaked, and her juices flowed freely. Robert closed his eyes.

The Vietnamese man finally reached his climax. He reached down and grabbed Nite's buttocks, pressing his pubic bone against her genitals. His enormous penis plunged deep into her vagina and throbbed wildly, hot, sticky fluid shooting like arrows onto her cervix. Her vagina contracted intensely, gripping him tightly. Then the second Vietnamese man entered her—Nguyen Hung Nam stubbed out his cigarette on a tree trunk.

Three Hu-1A helicopters flew low over the dense forest, heading towards Dinh Son in the night.

Major Kurt was on one of them. Beside him was a stretcher, on which lay Pham Ling, his face gaunt from enduring torture. Standing next to Pham Ling was Nguyen Van Xuan, a middle-aged man.

Major Kurt had a mission: to exchange for the general. Precise calculations showed that 15 minutes after his arrival in Dinh Son, and after the successful exchange, US Marine Corps bombers would bomb Dinh Son, aiming to annihilate the Vietnamese army.

Nguyen Hung Nam watched the three American planes approach. He was well aware of his disadvantage, so he requested that the Americans come to Dinh Son after dark to exchange prisoners. The night would be their domain; they could fight or leave as they pleased.

The helicopter reached Dinh Son, and Kurt gazed at the dark forest, searching for landing markers.

Three rings of fire ignited about 200 meters to the east.

Kurt waved to the pilot, and the helicopter began its descent towards the markers.

Apart from the flames, the forest was silent.

Kurt jumped out of the helicopter and saw Nguyen Hung Nam standing in the center of the rings of fire.

"Major Kurt?"

Nguyen Hung Nam asked.

"Yes,"

Kurt replied.

With a wave, Nguyen Van Xuan and Pham Linh were helped out by four American soldiers. Nguyen Hung Nam looked at Kurt without moving. Two Vietnamese soldiers emerged from behind him and carried Nguyen Van Xuan back on a stretcher.

Then the general and the nurse were brought in. The nurse staggered, her hair disheveled, and her face pale; it was clear she had endured something terrible that day and night. Kurt said nothing; what could he say? He was in the same boat.

The prisoner exchange was complete, and three helicopters took off.

Nguyen Hung Nam waved, "Withdraw."

The team carrying stretchers plunged into a narrow valley.

The bomber squadron roared in, and by the time they retreated into the valley, the squadron was over Dinh Son.

Bombs rained down, igniting bursts of flame, intense firelight shooting into the sky, and sending boulders flying across the hillside.

[The End]

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