[Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - 6

Chapter 29.

As I looked at the girl lying unconscious on the rack, contemplating how to torture her, a guard reported that the plainclothes captain, Li Daxian, was waiting for me at headquarters.

"Lock this girl up, we'll interrogate her later."

I arrived at headquarters, where Li Daxian was already waiting. Seeing me, he bowed and reported, "Sir, through the plainclothes team's covert observation, we found a clue among the onlookers."

"Who is it?"

"Liu Tiehan, a scout from the Pingyang guerrillas."

"Where does he live?"

"I've found out; he's in Xiaoliuzi Village on the outskirts of the city."

"Alright, surround Xiaoliuzi Village tonight." Although I still didn't quite understand the relationship between the guerrillas and Mei, I was certain they were connected.

Our raid didn't take the main road; instead, we swam across the Qingliu River and quietly approached Xiaoliuzi Village from behind. The elite plainclothes team ahead killed a sentry perched in a tree at the village entrance. At that moment, I knew I had come to the right place.

Xiaoliuzi Village was completely surrounded. I decided to enter the village at dawn to complete the encirclement and prevent the guerrillas from escaping at night. At the break of dawn, the village finally realized they were surrounded. Several small groups of guerrillas attempted to break out, but were all repelled by my brave soldiers. The enemy's weapons were truly inadequate; under the sweeping fire of my eighteen light and heavy machine guns, the enemy retreated again, leaving behind four or five more corpses.

Finally, it was broad daylight. I ordered my company to enter the village. Chaos erupted in the village. This time, I used a tactic commonly employed by my army: kill all, burn all, loot all. Soldiers were allowed to plunder, rape, and kill at will.

The enemy resistance in Xiaoliuzi Village was stronger than I had imagined, making me even more convinced that we had caught a big fish.

After an hour of fierce fighting, Jiechuan's company had entered the village, capturing eight prisoners.

Eight prisoners were brought before me. Looking at these ragged men, I couldn't understand why they dared to come to Xiaoliuzi Village, less than six miles from Pingyang City.

"Shoot them all," I ordered.

"Sir," Wang Ping called out to me.

"What?"

"Sir, we can't kill them all." Wang Ping pointed to a young man who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old and said, "Sir, he's Lu Jianping's younger brother, Lu Fan."

"Alright, shoot everyone except him." I waved my hand. All the raped women had their abdomens cut open, and from that day on, Xiaoliuzi Village could be erased from the map of Pingyang City.

Back in the county town, it was nearly afternoon. Without even having lunch, I went straight to the torture chamber.

Lu Jianping was still bound to that different kind of tiger-shaped torture device, completely naked. Two thugs had apparently given her a nutrient solution, and the girl's pretty face looked a little healthier.

I walked over to her and touched her two nipples, which were red and swollen from being pricked by pig bristles. Then I parted her labia and looked at them, saying, "Miss Lu, how is it? Have you thought it through?"

The girl raised her head, looked at me without speaking, and then turned her head away. I walked over to her and touched her two smooth, jade-like breasts, saying, "Miss Lu, don't hide it anymore. This morning, I destroyed your guerrilla liaison station in Xiaoliuzi Village."

The girl's body trembled slightly, but she immediately calmed down, seemingly wanting to speak but ultimately saying nothing.

As I touched her, I continued, "Miss Lu, look what I've brought you."

Lu Jianping looked up, staring at me intently.

I clapped my hands with a smile.

The door to the torture chamber opened, and two military police pushed Lu Fan in. He had already suffered quite a bit before being pushed into this underground torture chamber. As soon as the two military police let go, Lu Fan immediately fell to the ground.

"Sister!" Lu Fan rolled over and saw his naked sister being tortured.

"Brother."

Lu Jianping's cheeks immediately flushed red; after all, this was the first time she had appeared naked before her younger brother.

Lu Fan immediately turned his head away and closed his eyes.

I waved my hand, and two thugs came up and dragged Lu Fan up. I grabbed Lu Fan by the hair and grinned maliciously, "How about it? Open your eyes, see how beautiful your sister is, how much the Imperial Army loves your sister's body."

Lu Fan struggled to break free from my grasp. With a sinister smile, I ordered my thugs to tie Lu Fan behind his back to an iron pillar. I pried open his eyelids and taped his eyes shut, preventing him from closing them. Two thugs held his head down on either side, leaving him only able to watch helplessly as I toyed with his sister.

I smiled and walked up to Lu Jianping, saying, "Miss Lu, I'll ask you one more time, will you talk or not?"

Lu Jianping's cheeks flushed red, she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, remaining silent.

I lewdly chuckled and groped her vulva, saying, "Then let you have your fun in front of your brother."

Lu Jianping's naked body trembled, a large, glistening tear welling up in her eye. Her lips twitched as she cursed, "You dog of a robber, you beast who deserves to die a horrible death!"

I shook my head and said, "Miss Lu, you're absolutely right." Then I turned to the other two thugs and said, "Tie Miss Lu to the torture chair and let her have some fun."

The two thugs lewdly carried out a strange-looking iron torture chair from the inner torture chamber. The chair was about two feet tall and shaped like the Chinese character "夫" (husband). The two thugs... They pressed the naked Lu Jianping face-down onto the iron chair, tightly binding her two fair and delicate arms to two protruding iron posts on either side with rope. Then, a leather strap wrapped around her flat, white abdomen and fastened to two hooks on either side. Finally, her two snow-white thighs were bound to two long iron posts pointing downwards and outwards. The overall layout of the torture chair was ordinary, but its ingenuity lay in the fact that the iron posts binding the girl's arms and thighs could rotate 360 degrees. A square iron block, about a foot in size, beneath her buttocks could also be slowly pushed upwards, making the girl's genitals more prominent.

Two thugs pressed Lu Jianping down onto the torture chair, pulling her arms backwards and upwards, then pulling her legs to one side of her head, then spreading them 100 degrees to the sides, tightening the screws, immobilizing her legs, and clearly revealing her vulva. Two small light bulbs were hung on the iron posts binding the girl's feet, illuminating her private parts.

One of the thugs used a hose to clean the girl's genitals. Under the light, the girl's fair and delicate thighs, and the glossy black pubic hair, shimmered with the crystalline luster of water droplets.

Another thug picked up a calligraphy brush, and at my signal, opened a jade box containing the potent aphrodisiac used on Ye Qiuyu last time.

The thug dipped the brush in the aphrodisiac and then walked to the girl's spread thighs. He used his left hand to part the strands of pubic hair, revealing the two bright red labia. The thug inserted his left index finger between Lu Jianping's two tender labia, pushing it a little deeper. He used his thumb and middle finger to forcefully spread the girl's labia majora open. Then, with his right hand, he gently smeared the inside of the labia with the calligraphy brush, then the inside of the tender vagina, and finally the folds of the outer sides of the labia.

It took about 10 minutes to apply the aphrodisiac. During this time, the girl tried her best to remain motionless, but the delicate skin on the inside of her two white thighs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

I waited patiently for more than 20 minutes, and the aphrodisiac began to take effect.

Lu Jianping, tied to the pleasure chair, began to breathe rapidly. Her high breasts rose and fell gently, the muscles on the inside of her spread thighs twitched slightly, and her labia began to close. Then, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her fair and delicate body, her pretty face turned even more flushed, and she panted heavily, tossing her head from side to side.

I leered as I walked over to Lu Fan, grabbed his hair, and said, "See how slutty your sister is? Now I can make her happy, and she can have her way; I can make her die, and she can die. What do you say? You can't bear to see your sister suffer, can you?"

Lu Fan twisted his body, tears streaming from his eyes that he couldn't close. Just as he was about to answer, Lu Jianping shouted with her last bit of strength, "Don't tell these devils, or I won't recognize you as my brother!"

"Sister!" "Lu Fan cried out in anguish. I walked up to Lu Jianping, looked at her already reddened vulva, and said, 'Miss Lu, you're quite capable. I'll see who you can outlast.'

With a lewd laugh, I dipped the brush in the aphrodisiac and applied it to Lu Jianping's spread vulva. I pinched the upper edge of her two tender red labia majora with my left index finger and thumb, pressed and slowly pulled upwards, revealing the translucent, glistening pink clitoris hidden within the folds of her labia majora. I gently rubbed the tip of the brush against Lu Jianping's clitoris.

'Beast...oh...' The girl twisted her lower body, trying to break free of the rope binding her, but it was clear she couldn't. I continued to rub the girl's clitoris with the brush. Her clitoris grew larger and larger, gradually hardening and becoming erect. Her vagina opened and closed in waves, convulsing, and a thin stream of clear, viscous fluid flowed from deep within her vagina."

I looked at the girl's face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed an alluring pink, fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, and strands of hair clung to her beautiful face. Her hands were tightly wrapped around the ropes binding the iron post, her white teeth biting her lower lip. Her two fair thighs stretched and contracted intermittently, as if she were desperately trying to resist the surging unease in her lower body.

I chuckled and removed the brush from the girl's clitoris, slowly inserting it between her labia and into her tight, pink vagina.

"Oh..." Lu Jianping let out a soft moan. Her limbs suddenly straightened after I inserted the brush. I inserted and withdrew the brush, then inserted it again, moving it from side to side.

"Ah...oh...beast...beast...ah..." Lu Jianping moaned incoherently as I thrust in and out, clear, transparent fluid gushing from the depths of her vagina.

"Will you talk or not?"

'Oh...oh...no...'

"Do you want to be fucked by your own brother?!" I said lewdly as I thrust into him.

"Demon, beast."

I stopped thrusting and said to the two burly men, "Bring this kid up here and let the two siblings have a good time."

The thugs around us burst into laughter. This was one of our favorite games: making captured siblings commit incest. A few years ago, when I was a military policeman, I also captured a brother and sister who were pretending to sell cigarettes as guerrillas. I made them have sex with each other, and the woman went crazy. I cut off the man's genitals. In China, we Japanese have never heard of the Red Cross, never abide by international prisoner-of-war regulations, and all international conventions are to hell with them. In Pingyang County, I am everything.

The two thugs dragged Lu Fan up with his hands tied behind his back. He struggled desperately. The two thugs picked Lu Fan up, one on each side, and put his head between his sister Lu Jianping's legs. Lu Fan desperately tried to lift his head.

I went over, grabbed his hair, and forcefully pressed his head down, forcing Lu Fan's lips to touch Lu Jianping's labia. Then I rubbed and twisted his head, forcing Lu Fan's mouth tightly against his sister Lu Jianping's labia.

"Ah... you beasts, you're not human... ah..." Lu Jianping screamed shrilly.

"Lick it, lick it!" several thugs shouted excitedly.

After a long while, I pulled Lu Fan's head up. Lu Fan had stopped breathing, and his lips and face were covered in the mucus secreted from Lu Jianping's vagina.

I looked at the girl's pretty face and said, "Miss Lu, tell me, or it will really be incest. Aren't you Chinese the most particular about blood relations?"

Lu Jianping glared at me with shame and indignation, turned her head away, and cursed, "Beast, don't expect me to tell you anything."

I stood up, shook my head, and said to my men, "Wake this kid up. I'll let you see a good show of incest between siblings."

Two thugs tightly bound a thin rope to the base of Lu Fan's penis. Then, one of the thugs took a large syringe from the torture device, filled it with water, walked to the unconscious Lu Fan, lifted his limp penis, and injected the water into a bulging vein on his penis.

This time, Lu Fan was awakened by the pain. When he woke up, his penis was already very engorged. The two thugs lifted Lu Fan and carried him towards Lu Jianping.

"Beast, beast... ah..." Lu Jianping cried out in anguish. The swollen penis had already penetrated her vagina. Lu Fan fainted again from shame and anger. The two burly men carried Lu Fan's body and thrust in and out. Although Lu Jianping tried her best to control herself, waves of vaginal fluid were still being squeezed out of her vagina by her brother's penis.

"Ah... ah..." Lu Jianping cried out in agony as the erect penis repeatedly penetrated her wet and gushing orifice.

Amidst the rhythmic thrusting sounds, I turned to the girl's head, grabbed her hair, and demanded, "Miss Lu, will you confess?"

"You beast...no..."

I ordered the thugs to stop, pinning Lu Fan to Lu Jianping's body, then binding them together with rope, their bodies tightly intertwined, Lu Fan's penis still inside Lu Jianping's vagina.

A bucket of cold water was poured heavily over his head.

Lu Fan awoke, and I lewdly watched the siblings' intimate display, saying, "How's it? Comfortable, isn't it? Your sister's place is nice, isn't it? Narrow and tight, sometimes it contracts, it's truly a man's ultimate pleasure, isn't it? Will you talk or not?"

"You beast...uh..." A mouthful of blood spurted from Lu Fan's mouth, and he fainted again from shame and indignation.

"Useless thing." I ordered the thugs to wake Lu Fan.

After several buckets of cold water, Lu Fan regained consciousness.

I walked up to him and said in a sinister voice, "I'll ask you one more time, this is your last chance, will you confess or not?" "

Pah, I don't know anything."

I shook my head regretfully, "That's such a pity."

I ordered my henchmen to bring over the electrocution equipment, connecting one end of the wire to the base of Lu Fan's penis and the other end to Lu Jianping's left nipple, then pulled the power.

"Eek...ah..." Both of them screamed simultaneously, their naked bodies arching up. The difference was that Lu Jianping's body arched upwards, while Lu Fan's body arched downwards, causing his penis to penetrate deeper into her vagina.

"Ah..." The screams continued, their bodies trembling on the rack.

"Snap!" I turned off the power, and the girl's body immediately fell down, causing Lu Fan's penis to withdraw from her vagina. But before it was completely out of her vagina, I turned the power back on.

With a "sizzle," Lu Fan's penis thrust into his sister Lu Jianping's vagina again. "I played with them like this over and over for a whole hour. They both passed out several times, their genitals smeared with semen and vaginal fluid from the electric shocks.

Seeing them pass out again, I ordered the thugs to separate them. Due to the electric shocks, Lu Fan's penis was deeply embedded in Lu Jianping's vagina, so the thugs had to use considerable force to pull it out.

They were revived by the electric shocks.

'Will you confess?' I stared at their wet genitals and walked up to Lu Fan.

'Kill me!' Lu Jianping screamed."

"No," I shook my head and grinned maliciously, "We should enjoy a beauty like Miss Lu." I picked up a sharp knife and walked up to Lu Fan, asking again, "So, are you going to talk or not? My patience has its limits." "

Pah, you little devil, wait until your next life... Ah..." A long scream, I grabbed his penis, and with a swift stroke, cut it off. Blood gushed from his genitals, and within minutes, Lu Fan convulsed and died. I held the penis at the base and ordered the thugs to tie silk rope around it to stop the bleeding. Then I injected water into the penis, and soon it became erect again, but this time it was lifeless.

I walked to Lu Jianping with the penis in my hand. The girl's eyes were full of tears, but they didn't fall. I admired her for being so strong after witnessing her brother's tragic death. Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy it? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical famous instrument highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

I walked to the girl's side and waved the penis in front of her eyes, saying: 'Miss Lu, I advise you to tell her...'

"No," came the crisp and calm reply.

I said nothing more, only coldly, "Miss Lu, I admire the courage of you Chinese girls, but you can't withstand the torture instruments of the Imperial Army."

I moved closer to the girl, spreading her legs wider, then pinched her labia and slowly pressed my penis against her vaginal opening, gently pushing it in until it was completely inside. I then pressed my middle finger against the shaft, and the penis disappeared into her vagina. Her thick labia slowly closed. I picked up an iron rod from the ground, parted her labia, and used it to forcefully thrust the penis into her vagina, asking a question with each thrust, until the rod was nearly a foot in. Aside from a few screams, the girl remained silent. I estimated the penis had reached her uterus. I pulled the rod out of her vagina, and she screamed loudly. The rod, more than a foot in, was wet. The intense friction caused her to faint again.

I tossed the iron rod into the bucket, wiped the sweat from my brow, and sat down in a chair, saying, "What a stubborn fool."

I ordered the thugs to wake the girl, then ordered them to torture her.

I watched from my chair.

One of the thugs picked up a thin iron rod, came to the girl's side, parted her labia, and pressed the rod against her tender urethra above her vagina.

"Will you talk or not?" the burly man asked.

The girl shook her head.

Then, the girl let out a piercing scream. The thug pressed one hand on her buttocks, and with his right hand, he forcefully shoved the iron rod into her narrow urethra.

"Ah..." the girl screamed, her snow-white body trembling on the rack. The muscles around her genitals spasmed, her legs stretched straight out, desperately banging her head against the rack to try and ease the pain in her lower body. "

Will you confess? Will you confess?" The thug forcefully stirred the iron rod inserted deep into the girl's urethra.

"Ah...ah..." The girl twisted her snow-white body, struggling and screaming, her entire body drenched in sweat.

"Swoosh!" The thug forcefully pulled the rod out of the girl's urethra, and a thin trickle of urine, tinged with blood, flowed from her lower body, soaking a large area of her buttocks.

I walked up to the girl, watching her pant heavily, and coldly said, "Miss Lu, the experience after this will be even more unbearable. Tell me."

The girl raised her pale, pretty face, closed her beautiful eyes, and turned her head away.

"Bring out the brazier." "I decided to use branding again.

Two burly men carried a brazier out of the torture chamber, on which sat branding irons, hot tongs, and thin iron wires. I grinned and ordered the thugs to lower the girl's legs, so that she was in a 'V' shape on the rack. I personally untied the rope binding her abdomen, allowing her buttocks to rise. Then I raised the square iron bar, about a foot square, from under her buttocks, about a foot higher, making her genitals protrude upwards. I walked to the girl's spread legs, grinning as I took a triangular branding iron from the brazier. The iron was red-hot, radiating a terrifying heat. Holding the iron in my right hand, I walked to the girl and lifted her face with my left. 'Will you confess?'" The girl

's body trembled slightly as she stared fearfully at the red-hot branding iron in my hand, shaking her head. I lifted her left nipple with my left hand and pressed the red-hot iron hard against the outside of her white breast.

The girl's body stiffened abruptly, her hands gripping the rope binding her wrists tightly. A few seconds later, a heart-wrenching scream pierced her throat, "Ah... Ouch..." Her body writhed and struggled on the rack, large beads of sweat dripping from her white skin onto the ground.

Two minutes later, I removed the branding iron. A yellowish-black charred scar appeared on the outside of the girl's tender left breast. The girl's face was pale with pain, but this time she didn't faint; she merely gasped for breath on the rack in agony.

"Bang!" I threw the branding iron into the fire, a burst of sparks flying from the furnace.

I stepped on the girl's lower abdomen and said, "Miss Lu, will you confess?" "

..." I picked up another red-hot branding iron and slowly walked to the girl's side.

Slowly approaching the inside of her white left breast, the girl felt the heat and struggled to twist her body to avoid the iron. I pinched her nipple, grinned maliciously, and pressed it down.

"Sizzle," a puff of smoke rose from the girl's breast. "Ah...ah..." The girl let out an extremely sharp scream, her whole body arching upwards. Her head swayed from side to side four or five times, then with a thud, her buttocks fell onto the rack, her head snapping back as she lost consciousness.

When the girl was awakened, I used the branding iron to heat her right breast, branding it four or five times. She lost consciousness again.

When she awoke once more, I looked at the girl's two charred breasts and said in a sinister voice, "Miss Lu, confess now, or I'll brand your genitals."

The girl's body trembled, a single tear welling in her beautiful eyes. Gritting her teeth, she shook her head.

I picked up a square branding iron and brought it to the girl's genitals, pressing it forcefully against her alluring vulva. The foul odor of charred pubic hair and flesh rose up.

"Ah..." A long scream echoed as the girl wailed, her full body writhing wildly on the rack. The muscles on her inner thighs twitched. Then I changed the branding iron, parted her swollen labia, and pressed it against her smooth, white thigh. I placed a freshly heated iron on her labia majora. Amidst the screams and the stench of smoke, the girl writhed a few times, then her limbs snapped back, and she lost consciousness.

One bucket, two buckets, three buckets... When the eighth bucket of cold water was poured over the girl's naked body, her head moved slightly. She opened her eyes, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks, and an unusual, alluring charm flashed across her pale, pristine face.

"Will you confess?" I demanded, walking to her side.

The girl's lips trembled slightly as she made soft sounds. I leaned down to listen to what she wanted to say, but all I heard were the words "beast."

Enraged, I grabbed another red-hot branding iron from the furnace, grinning maliciously as I pried open the girl's other, bright red labia majora and pressed the iron against them.

"Sizzle..." A sound rang out, and the girl's thighs trembled simultaneously. Her two white, tender vulvas struggled desperately inwards. She no longer had the strength to scream, only to groan weakly in pain. I pressed the branding iron down hard, the high temperature scorching her tender labia majora, which sizzled and oozed oil under the iron.

"Ah..." the girl cried out weakly, her lips dry and cracked. Two minutes later, I saw the branding iron burn the girl's labia majora to a charred color before it was removed. The labia above and to the sides of her vulva, spread out on the inside of her two fair legs, were charred black and emitted a foul, burnt smell.

I had to take my men outside for some fresh air. About 30 minutes later, we went back into the torture chamber. The burnt smell had faded, but it was still very unpleasant.

"Speak quickly," I said, approaching the girl.

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused. She looked at me, then turned her head away.

"Damn it, Miss Lu, it seems you really don't care about your life. Brand her again," I ordered my henchmen, while I went to a chair behind a nearby table.

Two henchmen excitedly prepared to brand the girl's vulva. I added, "Don't brand this girl's clitoris. That's the last place." I finished with a sinister laugh.

The two thugs, their faces clearly showing displeasure, approached the rack and untied Lu Jianping. They dragged her to a frame rack on the left, tied ropes around her wrists, and pulled the other ends of the ropes tightly around the top crossbar so that her feet barely touched the ground. Then they tied her feet to iron posts on either side. Lu Jianping hung motionless, her head bowed, as they humiliatingly suspended her. She was too weak to struggle any longer. After

suspending her, the thugs began to brand her body. One thug took a thick, long iron rod, glowing with sparks, from the furnace and walked behind her. The other thug grabbed her two round, white buttocks and spread them apart, exposing her delicate pink anus.

The thug holding the red-hot iron rod grinned maliciously and inserted it into her anus from behind.

The iron rod was pressed against the tender, red flesh. The girl's thigh trembled, her delicate skin changed color, and a wisp of white smoke rose slowly. Another thug, who had spread the girl's buttocks apart, shouted, "Speak!" The girl gritted her teeth and gently shook her head. With a forceful thrust, the iron rod pierced through the tender flesh of her anus and penetrated into her plump, delicate anal canal. White smoke billowed from the anal opening, and melted fat mixed with blood gushed out. The red-hot iron rod was inserted more than half a foot into the girl's anus. The girl tilted her head back, gasping for breath, large beads of sweat covering her cheeks. Her limbs trembled, and she desperately shook her head from side to side, her hands unconsciously clenching in mid-air. Two minutes later, the thug pulled the branding rod out of the girl's anus, leaving a deep, charred hole between her tender buttocks.

Then the thug threw the thin iron rod that had been inserted into the girl's urethra into the furnace, turned around in front of her, looked at the fine sweat covering her chest, and shouted hoarsely, "Speak!"

The girl did not respond. So the thug took the iron rod out of the furnace, squatted under the girl's bound legs, looked at the tender flesh at the base of her scorched labia, then turned around and came back to the girl, grinning maliciously as he parted her vulva to reveal her swollen urethra, and then thrust it into the bright red urethra at the base of her thighs.

"Ah...ah..." The girl twisted her waist desperately, screaming in agony. Her naked body swayed on the rack, her two white jade legs trembling uncontrollably.

The thugs slowly inserted a red-hot iron rod into the girl's urethra. When it was more than a foot in, a plume of white smoke mixed with a foul odor rose from the girl's groin. A thin stream of yellowish-brown fluid flowed out along the iron rod, turning the blazing iron a dark blue-brown.

Next, the thugs branded the tender flesh under the girl's armpits with the hot iron and her buttocks with the red-hot rod. The girl writhed and thrashed for over an hour, still refusing to yield.

I went over myself and fiercely shouted, "I'll do it myself! Let's find another spot and continue branding her. Let's see how long she can hold out!" The two thugs then turned their attention to Lu Jianping's genitals.

One thug picked up a flat iron rod and inserted it into the girl's vagina. Then, with a forceful push, they spread the girl's vagina open, while the other thug brought a flashlight and focused the light onto the girl's vagina.

Despite the severe torture she had endured, the girl's vagina remained beautiful. Under the flashlight's beam, the bright red mucous membrane and folds deep within were clearly visible. I inserted my fingers into the girl's vaginal opening, flipping them upwards, and groped for the swollen, red clitoris between the two charred labia. While rubbing it, I threatened, "Speak! If you don't, I'll burn all the woman's stuff inside you!"

Lu Jianping tightly closed her eyes, and two large tears slid down her cheeks. She closed her beautiful eyes in sorrow. I personally picked up a red-hot, thin branding iron and slowly inserted it into her vagina, which had been stretched wide open by the two thugs. Before it even touched the flesh, a foul, fishy odor rose up. I held the dark red tip of the branding iron to her swollen clitoris. The moment it touched her, Lu Jianping's entire lower body convulsed violently. She instinctively tried to pull her buttocks back desperately. I wrapped one hand around her buttocks and held her buttocks, while the other hand pressed the branding iron firmly against her clitoris. The hissing sound pierced everyone's eardrums. Lu Jianping howled in agony, her entire body convulsing, her two delicate white hands trembling violently. The sound they made as their hands clasped together was no longer the sound a young, beautiful girl should make. All the muscles in her genitals twitched for over 30 seconds, then suddenly froze. A stream of yellowish-brown liquid gushed from her urethra, which had just been subjected to torture, hissing as it hit the branding iron. A pungent, erotic odor filled the air. Lu Jianping had lost control of her urination again under the cruel branding. Then a foul stench wafted up from behind her, and feces leaked from her anus. Under the cruel branding of her vagina, she had also lost control of her bowels. An unusual flush appeared on her pale face, and she closed her eyes, fainting once more.

I checked her breath and shook my head. I knew she couldn't take any more torture, so I ordered the guards to take her back to her cell and fetch a doctor from the army hospital to treat her.

Chapter 30:

A telegram from the provincial capital command was on my desk. I stared numbly at the words dancing on the paper.

It was now late summer/early autumn of 1943. Our navy had suffered heavy losses in the struggle for naval supremacy against the US in the Pacific. In the Battle of Midway, our navy lost four aircraft carriers and a large number of excellent pilots were killed in action. The Battle of Guadalcanal also ended in a disastrous defeat for our navy. The South Pacific Fleet, commanded by Mitchell, was now poised to strike at Tarawa Atoll in the Solomon Islands. If the US were to capture this atoll, our navy would lose all its large-scale overseas ship-laying bases. Using this as a springboard, US carrier-based aircraft could then target Tokyo. The radius of this area was something the General Headquarters absolutely did not want to see. To increase the defense of the island, the General Headquarters specially transferred 10 elite divisions of the Manchurian Kwantung Army to the Pacific Theater. This transfer order had a wide-ranging impact on military forces on the Chinese mainland. To defend Kwantung, a brigade from the provincial capital was also transferred, directly affecting the defense of Pingyang City. With the addition of the Jiechuan Company and other units, the garrison in Pingyang only had about 800 men, including more than 450 ragtag soldiers with no combat capability whatsoever, at least that's my personal opinion.

"Report!" A voice interrupted my thoughts.

"The gun repair shop in the south of the city was robbed last night."

"Losses?"

"Four light machine guns and more than 1,000 rounds of ammunition were stolen."

I narrowed my eyes, thinking to myself, those four light machine guns were damaged during the last sweep and had been stored in the gun repair shop for a long time. They were just repaired the day before yesterday. How could they have been stolen last night? Were the Eighth Route Army guerrillas in the city too well-informed, or was there a traitor in the gun repair shop?

"Bang!" I slammed my hand on the table and said, "Order: gather all the repair shop workers and bring them to the military police headquarters."

An hour later, all 15 workers from the repair shop were gathered in the military police headquarters courtyard, surrounded by armed military police in a circle.

The repair shop's director and two foremen were all Japanese, so if there was a traitor, he was among the 12.

I gripped my sword and looked at these 12 men. "Tell me, which one of you is the guerrilla spy?"

None of the twelve spoke. I said sternly, "You were all good citizens of the Imperial Army. It's not worth sacrificing yourselves for one of you. Your families are waiting for you at home. So, step forward!" The twelve

looked at each other, but no one spoke.

"You Chinese believe in taking responsibility for your actions. Don't let your actions cause everyone to die."

No one answered. I drew my sword and walked to the first man, placing the blade against his neck. "Was it you?"

"No, it wasn't me."

"Bastard." I brought the sword down.

A scream rang out, and his head flew several meters away.

I placed the sword against the second man, then the third, the fourth, and by the fifth, before I could even place the sword against him, he collapsed, crying, "Sir, sir, I... I'll tell you everything. They forced me to do this..." He grabbed my leg.

"Take him away, lock up the rest."

I took the man named Wang De to headquarters.

Upon questioning, it turned out that Wang De was originally a member of the plainclothes unit during the Nakamura era. He was caught red-handed by Mei while doing good deeds in a village outside the city. Fearing death, he signed a document to participate in the resistance against Japan under Mei's intimidation. Because the document remained in Mei's hands, he was constantly manipulated by Mei out of fear. This incident at the arsenal was because Mei had discovered a batch of machine guns at the arsenal and forced him to do this.

"So, you know Mei's members?"

"No, not really, I'm not lying to you. Mei always comes masked. I only know they are all women, but I don't know where they live or who they are."

"Drag him out and behead him."

Two military police dragged Wang De away.

"No, not really, those guns are still with me. They will come to collect them." I

waved my hand, and the two military policemen stopped in understanding.

I walked up to Wang De and said, "You mean those four machine guns are still in your hands?"

"Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare lie to you, sir."

"Good," a plan formed in my mind. To prevent leaks, I ordered the other repairmen to be locked up first.

The night was deep, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and the City God Temple in the south of the city was silent.

This was the meeting place where Mei and Wang De had agreed to exchange the guns. This time, I didn't bring the military police with me, but instead selected a group of elites from Jie Chuan's company, who were ambushed on the eaves of houses far south of the city. They were all dressed in black, and looked completely inconspicuous.

As planned, Wang De had delivered the guns here.

Around 9 p.m., there were almost no pedestrians, but the target hadn't appeared.

I anxiously raised my hand to check my watch.

Had the enemy noticed, or had something else happened?

Around 1 a.m., Jie Chuan whispered in my ear, "Commander, the target has appeared." "

I crouched down and looked down. In the quiet harbor in the distance, two figures appeared, dressed in black and masked. From their slender figures, I could tell they were two women.

The two figures moved quickly along the wall, and one of them did a somersault upside down onto the top of the wall. After looking around for a moment, she jumped down.

'Good heavens, luckily I disguised myself beforehand, otherwise I would have been exposed.'

The two went to the temple and waited for a long time, but neither of them came out. I waved my hand, and my men quietly surrounded the temple.

I stood in front of the door but did not go in or out. After a while, I heard footsteps. The door opened, and a dark figure flashed out. The dark muzzle of a gun was already pointed at the figure.

The figure was stunned, then suddenly raised her hand, deflected the gun, and leaped up, kicking two soldiers away. Then the figure suddenly accelerated forward, but a large net descended in time and caught the woman.

The woman cursed and struggled, but my men had already tightened the net. The woman in black..." The woman was bound like a dumpling, unable to move. While we were surrounding her, another team rushed into the room.

This net was specially made to prevent Mei's members from committing suicide; it had barbs, so once caught, they couldn't escape. It was specifically designed to trap Mei's people.

I approached the net. Two men twisted the woman's hands behind her back through the net. I looked at her with a cold smile. One of my men turned on a flashlight, and I ripped off the woman's veil, revealing a beautiful, delicate face. It was a girl I had never seen before, still so beautiful, yet with a hint of defiance.

"Report, no one or guns found in the temple."

"What? Impossible."

I ordered the girl taken away and led my team inside.

Sure enough, the people and guns in the temple had vanished.

"What's going on?" I surveyed everything inside; apart from the city lord, there was nothing suspicious.

"Damn it, there must be a secret passage. Find it!" "

I gave the order.

Just before dawn, one of my men discovered the tunnel beneath the statue of the city emperor.

"Damn it, Mei is so cunning! No wonder we couldn't find them several times; now we know why." "

I ordered my men to scout through the tunnel.

Forty minutes later, they reported that the tunnel led out of the city.

I waved my hand and ordered them to take the girl back to the military police prison, leaving a portion of the troops to lie in wait.

From today onward, everyone was only allowed to enter the city and not leave to prevent leaks.

In the evening, Jiechuan reported both good and bad news.

The good news was that the remaining troops, though wounded or killed 11, had finally captured another member of the Mei group. The bad news was that the girl had detonated a grenade in her arms when she was captured, killing seven more soldiers, and the girl's body was never recovered. What a terrifying nation.

I decided to immediately interrogate the girl who had just been captured.

The convoy marched out of the headquarters, led by a dozen motorcycles, with my car following behind, and four military vehicles at the very end. The convoy drove

along the main street towards the military police headquarters.

'Boom! Boom!'" "As the convoy passed through Zhongjie Street, a sudden loud bang came from the front of the column. Four motorcycles were launched into the air right in front of me, and the soldiers on them were torn to pieces. The convoy stopped, and I quickly ducked down. The windows of the vehicles were shattered by volleys of bullets, and I jumped around. Soldiers in the troop carriers behind the convoy jumped off one after another, and then a huge explosive charge landed precisely in the cargo compartment of the last military vehicle."

With a deafening crash, the military vehicle shattered like glass falling to the ground. Before we could even react, my car door was flung open amidst the billowing smoke, and two people dragged me out. I looked back and saw two women holding me—two young, beautiful women. One of them was an old acquaintance, Zhang Jing's sister, Zhang Qian.

I never imagined Mei would be so audacious as to launch an attack on me in broad daylight in the county town, but I had to admire their strategic brilliance.

The cold muzzle of a gun was pointed at my temple, and sweat began to bead on my nose. Although I knew there was still a chance if they didn't kill me immediately, my legs still trembled uncontrollably.

"You two…you—what do you want?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"…"

Soldiers began to surround us, tightly encircling the two girls.

"Let me go, or none of you will leave." Seeing the soldiers forming a circle around me, I suddenly felt emboldened.

A rifle butt slammed heavily onto my head, the pain almost bringing tears to my eyes, making me, the dignified Commander of Pingyang, cry.

"We didn't come here alive today," Zhang Qian said, lifting her clothes to reveal a slender waist strapped with explosives, the fuse held in her other hand.

I gasped, quickly stopping my men's commotion: "Everyone, don't act rashly, listen to her."

Zhang Qian and the girl restrained me, their hands on the fuse, saying, "If you release Lu Jianping and the others imprisoned in your cell and escort us out of the city, I'll release you."

"Bastard!" Jie Chuanjun roared from nearby, seemingly about to charge.

Zhang Qian shot him, knocking him to the ground. Blood gushed from his chest. The valiant Jie Chuanjun was taken from my very eyes, and the others dared not retaliate.

"Get out of the way!" "Zhang Qian stopped me from charging forward, and five or six more soldiers in front of me who couldn't dodge in time were swept down.

This transaction made me seriously ill. Because of Jie Chuan's death, I felt guilty for my duty and was soon demoted, but I remained the commander of Pingyang. I hadn't even touched the newly captured girl before she was taken away, which I found truly unfair.

Chapter 31

In early October 1943, the provincial capital replenished my ranks with a batch of new recruits. In mid-October, I received orders to conduct a large-scale mopping-up operation in the Pingyang area.

The mopping-up plan was formulated by the newly appointed commander, Kameda Hide. He was..." Newly transferred from the Manchurian Kwantung Army, this young and warlike officer was said to have played a part in capturing the Communist Kwantung Army general Zhao Yiman. He even participated in Zhao Yiman's torture afterwards. Upon taking office, he immediately adopted a hardline approach.

This sweep was unprecedented in scale, with almost all the garrison troops in each city mobilized, divided into fourteen routes, employing a multi-pronged encirclement strategy. Large encirclements surrounded smaller ones, and with the addition of mountain artillery, it seemed poised to wipe out the regular Eighth Route Army. This was the last large-scale sweep of Pingyang by the Japanese army before their defeat; now, thinking back, it truly lived up to the old Chinese saying… a final burst of energy before death.

On October 23rd, my troops encountered small groups of Eighth Route Army troops blocking our advance along the Qingliu River and Xiaoliuzhuang line. After an afternoon of fighting, by evening our army had broken through the Qingliu River. The Eighth Route Army retreated, leaving behind dozens of corpses. Our army drove the Eighth Route Army from east to west towards Jiyun Mountain, the largest mountain range in the Pingyang area.

On the morning of October 25th, our army engaged the Eighth Route Army's rear guard platoon in Lizizhuang. We captured Lizizhuang that morning and discovered wounded Eighth Route Army soldiers and some civilians who hadn't had time to evacuate. We buried all the wounded Eighth Route Army soldiers and male civilians alive. All the women with any attractive features were forced into sexual slavery as comfort women. We were Japanese soldiers, so marching and fighting couldn't be separated from "Japanese" activities. A day without "Japanese" was truly unbearable. Recently, I heard that our Ministry of Culture is revising textbooks to remove the term "comfort women." Isn't that a distortion of history and utter nonsense? We truly are the only army in the world with such comfort women. The comfort women's army, and many comfort women were captured this way. During the recent sweep of Pingyang City, to destroy evidence, we burned all the comfort women to death in a cave after the sweep. (Recently, I also heard that our dear, lovely, beautiful, pure, gorgeous, dinosaur-like Prime Minister Koizumi Junichiro has visited the Yasukuni Shrine multiple times. I want to cheer loudly… Oh, Prime Minister, you are so adorable! To express my joy, I want to fuck you a thousand times and love you for ten thousand years. After all, they are all from my generation; they are my heroes.)

On October 28th, in the lead-up to the attack on Jiyun Mountain, I received reports that the Eighth Route Army was rampant in the city. I knew this was a diversionary tactic by the Eighth Route Army, so I ignored it and launched the attack on Jiyun Mountain as scheduled.

In the battle of Jiyun Mountain, our army basically annihilated the main force of the Eighth Route Army in Pingyang, a great victory indeed. We killed more than 400 Eighth Route Army soldiers and buried alive more than 30 prisoners. The only noteworthy thing is that I captured a woman during the sweep; she was my old acquaintance, Zhang Qian.

Back in the city, I realized how badly the Eighth Route Army had messed up my property. My guards had even stepped on a landmine in front of my headquarters, killing four of them instantly. I had to quickly call in a mine-clearing team to thoroughly search the area with a metal detector.

"Those damn bastards!" "After cursing Mei in the city, I wanted to vent my anger on that female prisoner.

I took a bath, and Ryoko scrubbed my back. I changed into a kimono and ordered the guards to take Zhang Qian from the dungeon to the adjacent brothel. At the same time, I summoned the military doctor Fukuda and a nurse.

The lights in the brothel were adjusted to the softest pale blue, and the bluestone floor was washed very clean. Zhang Qian was hanging in a spread-eagle position between two thick iron pillars. Her limbs were tightly fastened to the iron rings on both sides of the pillars, her limbs spread wide. Her gray-red cloth shirt was stained with blood, and her dark blue trousers were still covered in dust. Her long braid dragged behind her head, and her bright and unyielding eyes looked at me from her weathered face.

I circled the iron pillars, looking at her curvaceous figure, and lewdly said, 'Miss Zhang, are you missing men?'

'Pah!' The girl turned her face away.

I moved in front of her, walked up to her, and pressed down on the bulge in her chest.

'Get away, you beast.' " I

slowly moved my hand up her collar and unbuttoned her blouse.

The girl angrily turned her head away.

One, two, three… the buttons were undone one by one. I laughed and pulled one half of her bodice to one side, and the other half to the other. Underneath the blouse was a pale white undershirt, through which the two nipples were faintly visible. I placed my hand on the two soft mounds of flesh inside the undershirt.

The girl suddenly turned her head and stared at me.

I was startled and instinctively let go.

The girl suddenly laughed.

I felt incredibly embarrassed. How could I be afraid of a girl tied to a rack and at my mercy? No one would believe it.

I abruptly pulled open … I pulled down the girl's small cloth jacket.

Her crystal-clear, jade-like breasts were revealed, two smooth, jade-like breasts standing high. I pulled her outer garment down to her shoulders, and the girl's chest was completely naked. I stared at her two breasts; below the deep cleavage were two faint scars, the marks I had left on her last time.

I reached out and lifted one of her smooth breasts from under her fair, delicate armpit, squeezing it in my hand, then squeezed the other one as well.

The girl's breasts were very soft and extremely elastic. As I touched them, I lewdly chuckled, "Miss Zhang, your breasts are so white, tender, soft, and bouncy, truly exquisite."

"You beast, you damned Japanese devil, I'll just consider today as being bitten by a dog." After saying that, she turned her head away for the second time.

"Very well, I'll let you taste the most wonderful feeling of being a woman. Perhaps the Communists haven't let you experience that feeling of ecstasy yet!" I chuckled lewdly.

"Shameless!"

I squeezed her breasts, then pinched her left nipple with my left hand, making the pink nipple protrude. I flicked at her nipple with the stump of my crippled finger. I played with her for a full 15 minutes without any reaction. I sensed her determination; the real torture had begun from that moment.

I knelt down, unbuckled her belt, and pulled down her trousers, revealing her two shapely, slender legs. Her skin was delicate and white. I touched her smooth calves; her calves trembled slightly, then fell silent.

I leered and slowly groped upwards, inching closer to the girl's underpants between her snow-white legs. As her delicate skin trembled slightly, my hand touched the edge of her light blue panties. A few dark, glossy pubic hairs peeked out from the base of her shapely legs. I slipped my fingers inside the panties, pinched those substantial pubic hairs, and gently tugged at them, letting out a lewd laugh. "Miss Zhang Qian, look how white these legs are, and how black these pubic hairs are. The area between them must be even more beautiful. Isn't it said that the Communist Party shares wives? I wonder how many Miss Zhang has shared?" The thugs on either side chuckled.

"Devil," the girl cursed.

With a soft "rip," I pulled open the bottom of her panties, revealing them.

Zhang Qian twisted her nearly naked body, tossed her head, put her braid in her mouth, and let out a soft moan.

I ripped the girl's pants open and threw them on the ground, causing her jade-like legs to twitch slightly.

I stood up and stepped back a meter to carefully examine Zhang Qian's alluring body.

Apart from her pretty face being slightly dusty, her skin was truly fair and rosy, a sight to behold. Her body, bound in a spread-eagle position, was as exquisite and translucent as ivory. Her two jade-like breasts, white and delicate, hung like inverted bells on her chest, both white and firm. The two pale red nipples on the peaks made me want to suck and pinch them. Her slender waist was so delicate that it could be encircled with one hand, and her rounded buttocks made her waist appear even more slender. Her flat and smooth abdomen was without a single wrinkle, and below it grew a lush patch of dark pubic hair, forming an alluring inverted triangle that stretched above the entrance to her private parts, adding to the seductive atmosphere. The two plump, pink flesh peeking out from between the pubic hair resembled two juicy peaches, and my penis involuntarily hardened.

I reached into the pubic hair at the base of the girl's legs, rummaged around, and squeezed and rubbed the loose pubic hair in my hand.

The girl slowly raised her head and let out a soft moan.

I released the girl's pubic hair and walked to the side, saying, "Let's get the girl wet first."

The two thugs understood and untied the girl from the rack, dragging her to a door-shaped rack with pulleys. They spread the girl's two jade-like feet apart and tied them to her ankles with rope. One end of the rope was passed through two pulleys on the upper sides. With a pull, the girl was suspended upside down. Then the two thugs twisted the girl's two white and delicate arms behind her back and tied them tightly together.

I clapped my hands, and the two thugs brought over a large bucket and placed it under the girl's head. I stood in front of the rack with a lewd grin, pinched the girl's two full jade-like breasts, and waved to the two thugs.

As soon as the two thugs released the rope, the pulley whirred, and the girl's head sank into the bucket. I quickly walked to her side, spread her genitals apart with both hands, and lowered my head to her vulva.

With a quick pull, I forced my tongue between her labia. The muscles on the inside of her thighs tightened violently. Whether from the stimulation of her vulva or the force of the bucket, her fair body trembled incessantly. I squeezed my tongue between her two tender, red labia and licked her vulva heavily from bottom to top. Then I parted her labia minora, exposing her urethra, and lightly licked the opening of her urethra with my tongue. The girl's body convulsed violently, her head hitting the edge of the bucket repeatedly, causing the water in the bucket to ripple.

About two minutes later, the girl's naked body suddenly began to convulse violently. My hands pinched her two peach-like labia, and my tongue repeatedly licked and sucked her vulva. After a violent struggle, the muscles around the girl's vulva contracted, and a pale yellow liquid flowed from between her fair legs and the thick black pubic hair. I immediately ordered the thugs to pull the girl out of the bucket. Two thugs removed the bucket and laid the unconscious girl on the ground. The medic, Fukuda, pressed on the girl's chest, while the nurse gave her an injection. After about seven or eight minutes, the girl opened her cherry lips under her wet hair and exhaled, waking up.

I immediately ordered the thugs to hang the girl up.

I walked up to Zhang Qian, who was hanging upside down with her hands tied behind her back, and lewdly squeezed her two full breasts in my hands, my thumbnails pinching her pink nipples. "Miss Zhang," I said, "I know your 'Plum' organization has a top-secret liaison office in the city. So, tell me where it is?" "

You beast, you dog, I don't know," the girl shook her head resolutely.

I shrugged regretfully and grinned maliciously. "Miss Zhang, it would be a shame not to play with such a beautiful body. Since the Communist Party doesn't yet have communal wives, I'll let you taste what it's like to be a woman." "After saying that, I ordered two thugs to bring two long oranges and place them on either side of the water's edge. I waved my hand, and the two thugs loosened the ropes they were holding, causing the girl to immerse herself in the water again. I stood on the two long oranges, straddled the girl's two snow-white thighs, and mounted her. I parted the girl's labia with both hands and inserted my long snake into that alluring peach blossom cave. The girl was struck as if by lightning; her whole body trembled, and her legs shook. My penis broke through the many obstacles, and amidst waves of oppressive tightness, it slowly slid in. The water in the bucket shook violently. I thrust my penis up and down, vigorously pumping it in and out of the girl's vagina. Crimson virgin blood gushed out. I continued..." As I thrust, suddenly the girl's narrow vagina contracted violently, the warm, tender flesh inside gripping my glans tightly. An unprecedented pleasure surged through my sexual nerves. I thrust and plowed vigorously, a stream of hot urine wetting my pubic hair. The girl lost control of her bladder again. I immediately ordered the henchmen to remove the bucket and turned to look at Fukuda. The nurse next to Fukuda looked at me uneasily as I straddled the naked female prisoner, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. She had probably never seen their commander torture a female prisoner like this before. Fukuda walked over, picked up a stethoscope, and listened to the girl's chest. He said, "Commander, she's just fainted. If you keep thrusting, she'll wake up." "

I slowly withdrew my penis from the girl's vagina, then thrust it back in with great force. Her vagina was still narrow and tight, and I forced it in against immense resistance. The juncture of her labia tore open with my forceful thrusts, and vaginal blood flowed again from the base of her white thighs. After a few minutes of my thrusting, the girl woke up with a cough. I began to cultivate her virgin territory with gurgling sounds. Bright red vaginal blood flowed from her vulva, through the dark forest, down her smooth abdomen, and reached the valley between her white, tender breasts, trickling downwards.

"Beast, you animal." Zhang Qian's breasts heaved violently a few times, her body twisting as she cried out.

I pulled her labia apart to their limit, thrusting my penis heavily into her tender opening. My entire weight pressed down on her vagina, the tearing thrusts causing her to furrow her brows. She bit her lower lip tightly, but the excruciating pain still assaulted her willpower in waves. Her two full, white breasts swayed, creating alluring waves, her hands, bound behind her back, clenched tightly together.

I released her labia, grabbed her two white, tender thighs, and thrust in and out forcefully dozens of times. A shiver ran through my body, and I felt a sudden swelling in my glans as semen shot deep into the girl's body like an electric current.

With a suppressed groan, Zhang Qian's two long, slender, white legs suddenly straightened. The muscles around her genitals and lower abdomen spasmed, then her naked body arched forward, trembled, and then dropped back down. At the same time, her white thighs went limp, and she fainted.

I pulled my blood-stained penis from between the girl's legs and looked at the unconscious girl as she straddled her two delicate, white thighs.

One of the thugs immediately brought a hose to wash me, but I stopped him. I coldly walked to the nurse and, with my blood-stained penis erect, said, "Lick it clean."

"No, no!" the nurse cried out in terror, shrinking back.

I turned to Fukuda and said, "Director Fukuda, it seems you haven't trained her properly."

"Commander, calm down. She's only recently transferred here, so we haven't had time yet. I think we should..."

"No need. As soldiers of the Empire, obedience to orders is paramount. Guards!" Two guards ran over, and I pointed at the nurse, saying, "Because she disobeyed her superior's orders, please discipline her properly."

"Yes, sir!"

The two guards threw the nurse to the ground. One guard held her hands down, while the other lifted her white skirt and pants, reaching between her legs and pulling down her underwear.

"No...ah...please...ah..." the nurse cried out, too afraid to struggle. The two guards easily stripped her lower body naked, then violently ripped open her white bra, pushing it up to reveal her two full, white breasts. One guard pulled the bra to the sides, exposing her smooth, white shoulders. The other guard released her hands, and amidst her cries, the two guards turned her over and stripped her naked from behind. Her breasts were larger than Zhang Qian's, and her buttocks were white and round. Although not as beautiful as Zhang Qian, she possessed a unique charm.

The two guards turned her over again, making her face upwards. The girl shyly covered her face with her hands.

One guard leaned down and licked her breasts, then kneaded the two white mounds with his hands. Another guard kissed her feet. I glanced at Zhang Qian; she was still unconscious, watching naked.

After about ten minutes, the guard who had been touching her breasts slid down, and the other guard moved to her breasts. The guard who had slid down reached the girl's pubic hair, parted the pubic hair to find the two labia, separated them, and then gently pulled up to reveal the glistening, transparent clitoris between the two red lips. He brought his mouth to the girl's vulva, gently biting the clitoris with his teeth, sucking and licking.

Under the double attack of the two guards, the girl's initial sobs gradually turned into a blushing, rapid breathing.

Streams of clear, sticky fluid flowed from between the girl's labia. The guard who had been licking her vulva was already hard. He got up, knelt on the ground, put the girl's legs on his shoulders, bent down, and spread her labia with both hands. With a thrust, his fiery red glans entered the overflowing peach blossom cave.

"Oh..." the girl cried out in pleasure. The guard pounced on her and began to thrust vigorously.

After several dozen thrusts, the girl began to move her lower body to meet his thrusts, and a mesmerizing symphony filled the torture chamber.

After one guard finished, another guard inserted himself into the still-dripping orifice. The girl's two snow-white legs circled upwards, and her hands wrapped around the guard's neck. Immediately, the room was filled with the sound of pounding. The sound only stopped after a long while. The other guard also finished. Before he finished, he pulled out his penis and put it into the girl's small mouth. Under the girl's sucking and licking, the guard's whole body trembled. He released.

"Shameless dog of a robber." A furious voice suddenly came from behind me. I turned around and found that Zhang Qian had woken up at some point.

I walked up to her and said, "Miss Zhang, wasn't that wonderful?"

"Beast, get away." Zhang Qian cursed.

I chuckled and said, "Miss Zhang is so beautiful, how could I bear to leave?" I lewdly pinched her two smooth, white breasts, then ordered a guard to shove a gag into her mouth to prevent her from closing it. I laughed as I shoved my bloodied penis into her cherry-like mouth.

"Ugh...ugh...uh..." Zhang Qian shook her head from side to side, letting out painful gagging sounds.

I held her head, my penis thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her mouth was wet and hot. Watching her swaying breasts and defiant eyes, a sadistic pleasure welled up within me. My penis hardened again, and I shoved it deep into her mouth, all the way to her throat. The glans rubbed and teased inside her slippery mouth. Soon, I ejaculated into her throat. Zhang Qian's beautiful eyes rolled back; she vomited.

Chapter 32

For the next two weeks, I tied Zhang Qian to the torture bed every day, enjoying her alluring body, but without torturing her.

When I entered the brothel again, Zhang Qian was bound to the specially made brothel bed with her limbs spread wide. Her limbs were tightly fastened to the four corners of the bed, and a wooden board was inserted under her buttocks, raising her hips high. Her legs were also spread wide, fully exposing her beautiful vulva. I climbed onto her body. The girl turned her head away. I parted her labia and thrust my long, thick penis directly into her vagina, then began to thrust in and out rapidly. Just as I was enjoying myself, there was a rapid knocking at the door.

I had no choice but to get up and open the door. A guard reported to me that an enemy pistol squad had been spotted in the east of the city.

I hurriedly led my troops to the east of the city.

Under the blazing sun, the streets were silent. Scattered fruit and other debris were everywhere. A corpse lay across the east end, only about 100 meters from the guard post at the east gate. Heavily armed soldiers had already blocked off the street.

"Report," a squad leader reported to me.

"Where's the pistol squad?"

"We heard three gunshots and immediately surrounded the area, but we didn't find them. The east gate was closed when the shots were fired, so the enemy should still be inside the city."

I walked without a word to the corpse. The body lay prostrate on the ground, its head and face obscured. Its fatal wound was in the back of its head; the bullet had entered from the back of its skull with a small entry point, indicating it was fired from a distance.

"Turn him over." A soldier immediately turned the body over. White brain matter and bright red blood were mixed together, with a patch near the ground already blackened. The corpse was still clutching a pistol; it was none other than Wang Ping.

I rested my chin on my hand. It seemed the "Mei" organization had launched its revenge.

"How many gunshots did you hear?"

"Three."

I turned back to look at Wang Ping's body again. The corpse was also clutching a pistol, and there was only one bullet hole in its body.

I imagined the scene: the "Mei" organization probably wanted to capture Wang Ping, the traitor who betrayed many comrades, alive. However, Wang Ping noticed and turned to flee, intending to escape into the East Gate guard post. Mei pursued him closely, determined to capture him alive. Wang Ping likely fired the first shot, but missed. Mei probably intended to capture Wu Jian alive, so she killed Wang Ping. Of course, it's possible Mei fired three shots, but generally speaking, Wang Ping should have fired first. Thinking of this, an idea struck me, and I said to the squad leader, "Expand the search area."

Ten minutes later, a sergeant ran over and reported that two shell casings had been found not far from the body; they were the same model as Wang Ping's pistol. At the same time, a small amount of blood was found at a bend in the alley about 150 meters from the east gate.

I rushed to that alley; it was very narrow. The bloodstains started at the bend and gradually extended further, but disappeared after about four meters. At the corner, I found another shell casing—a brass casing, not the same model as Wang Ping's. Based on the shape and size of the bloodstains and the shell casing, I determined that someone had been wounded, and the wound was likely above the waist, most likely on the shoulder. (Blood was seeping from the body...) (The speed and height at which it lands and the shape of its impact are different.) This is a good clue.

I ordered a citywide curfew, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving, and anyone who violated this order would be shot on the spot. Then I mobilized several squadrons in the city, ordering them to search every house, leaving no place unchecked. At the same time, I brought in wolfhounds and had them follow the bloodstains.

I sent a squad of soldiers to follow the wolfhounds.

The wolfhounds sniffed and walked, and as darkness fell, half an hour later we followed the wolfhounds to a dilapidated house. This house was a courtyard house, the gate was tightly closed, and a sliver of light shone from inside.

I ordered my men to stop the wolfhounds and had the guards kick down the door.

The door was kicked down with a loud bang.

"Who is it?" a voice came from inside.

"Open the door quickly, the Imperial Army is inspecting, quick!"

A bowl fell to the ground from inside.

"Coming, coming." A woman in her forties came out to open the door. Before she even reached the door, my soldiers had already kicked it open and rushed inside.

"What are you doing, so slow?" My translator, Wang Ergou

, shoved the woman. I stopped Wang Ergou and looked around the yard. On the left side of the yard was a jujube tree, laden with bright yellow dates. Two chickens, seemingly unaware of their impending doom, were leisurely munching on sand.

"You saw the Eighth Route Army soldiers working?"

"No, I didn't." "

Oh my, let's take a look inside the Imperial Army's house." The woman intentionally or unintentionally blocked my way. I pushed her aside and quickly went into the house. The house was very clean, with only a table, two chairs, a wooden box, and an earthen bed. On the table was a lamp holder, half a candle flickering dimly. Next to the lamp holder was a bowl with some water in it. One bowl had fallen to the ground and shattered.

"You live alone?" "

Yes."

"Where is your man?"

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"Yes, he died of smallpox."

The translator and squad leader next to me pinched their noses, but I didn't believe the woman's words.

"What is the water in this bowl for?"

"..."

"Sir, I'm asking you a question!" Wang Ergou shoved her.

"Thirsty,"

I said coldly, staring into the woman's eyes, "You're lying." I pushed her aside and picked up a small piece of blood-stained cloth from the ground.

I held the cloth in front of her and said, "Tell me, what is this for?"

The woman's face changed drastically, and she suddenly said, "I'll fight you to the death!" and lunged at me.

The guards behind me pinned her to the ground.

I waved my hand and said, "Search."

The guards immediately began searching through drawers and cabinets, under the bed, under the stove—all were our targets, but we found nothing.

I grabbed her clothes and said coldly, "Tell me, where are the Eighth Route Army guerrillas?" "

Pah, you damned beast, there are no

Eighth Route Army soldiers here." "You bastard, old woman, don't be so stubborn."

I waved my hand, and two guards ripped open her bodice, revealing two full breasts that had nursed countless children.

I drew my sword, aimed it at her breasts, and sneered, "Old woman, speak, or I'll cut off your breasts."

"Beast, I don't know anything about the Eighth Route Army, I..."

I swung my sword, and it had already cut into her left breast. I twisted it, and the breast fell to the ground, dripping with blood.

"Ah..." The woman screamed heavily.

I grabbed her hair, looked at her pale face, and grinned maliciously, "Speak, or I'll cut off your other breast too."

"I...I don't know." Her face was ashen.

I raised my sword.

"Stop."

A voice suddenly came from the wall next to us, startling me so much that I quickly hid behind a soldier.

Under my watchful gaze, a crack suddenly appeared in the wall beside me, and a beautiful young woman in a pale yellow cheongsam emerged from the gap in the wall. Her left arm was injured.

"Release her, and I'll go with you."

I put down my knife and stared at the young woman before me. "You're the one who killed Wang Ping."

"That's right."

"You're Mei from the city."

"Yes, I know everything you want to know. These things have nothing to do with her. Release her."

I waved my hand, and the two guards released her. The woman fell to the ground, trembling, and said, "Silly child, why did you come out?"

"Take her away." I waved my hand. The two guards stepped forward and twisted the young woman's hands behind her back.

Suddenly, a cry of pain rang out, and the woman lunged forward, grabbing my leg and biting me.

"Ah, quick, quick!" A soldier stepped forward and plunged a bayonet into her back.

"Sister Liu..." the young woman cried out, trying to break free, but the two guards held her down tightly.

With a "whoosh," the bayonet was pulled from the woman's back, a spurt of blood gushing out. The woman went limp, but her teeth still clenched tightly around me. I struggled to pry her head open; she was still breathing.

I grinned maliciously and ordered the guards to drag her outside, tie her hands, and hang her from a jujube tree. Then I stripped her naked, spread her legs, and tied them to branches on either side. I used the bayonet to pry open her labia, then took a candle holder from the house and forcefully shoved it into her vagina.

The woman hanging from the tree raised her head, blood flowing from her mouth. I then used the butt of my rifle to slam the candle holder down, forcing the entire holder into her vagina. Her head finally drooped.

"Beast! Beast!" the girl cried out in anguish.

Two plainclothes officers were already in the yard, frantically catching two chickens.

The chickens darted and flew around, raising dust.

Perhaps due to the evening's impaired vision, one of them lunged straight at my head.

I slapped the two plainclothes officers hard across the face several times.

"Take them away," I ordered.

The group walked through the narrow alley, the sunlight already dim.

Turning a corner, I suddenly saw two flashes of light on the wall not far ahead. As I sensed something was wrong, two deafening gunshots rang in my ears. The two soldiers holding the girl fell to the sides, and my men all lay on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the girl had already kicked off and flipped over the low wall on the left side of the alley, disappearing without a trace. By the time my soldiers formed a human wall and climbed over it, two grenades flew in from nowhere and landed next to the human wall.

Two deafening explosions ripped through the enemy ranks, turning the human wall into a rolling pile. More than a dozen were killed, and a piece of shrapnel nearly cost me my manhood. It flew past a soldier's leg and sliced right into my left thigh, just below the groin. Blood gushed out instantly, and the burning shrapnel brought tears to my eyes as I, the dignified commander, wailed and cried out in despair. My men scattered like dogs, screaming for their mothers and grandfathers. By the time my main force arrived, the enemy had vanished again; this time, even my dogs were useless.

My guards rushed me to the army hospital, where this injury kept me bedridden for a full month.

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