battlefield rape

It was quiet all around, except for some unknown birds chirping from time to time. I have been lying in the grass for three hours. If not I was holding an American-made grenade in my right hand and my left hand was stuck in the mud, my palms would have been pricked with blood by my own fingers. Under the banana tree that was less than three meters tall, Gouwa's moans had disappeared. He lived in pain for more than three hours before dying. But during these three hours, I could only watch him motionless three meters away until his life disappeared. If it weren't for the M9 American multifunctional bayonet in my mouth, I would have cried out. But I can't. This is the stupid Vietnamese sniper who has been lurking around here. He is waiting, waiting for the best opportunity to kill me. I can even feel his murderous intention towards me. The day before the war in Vietnam started, my Company had to be stabbed by our unlucky Company commander. From then on, our Company's casualties have been increasing in a straight line, and we The Company commander and instructor were still shouting, "It is an honor to sacrifice for the country." This is a good thing for me. When we are about to hit Hanoi, only Gouwa and I are left in the Company. At this moment, the higher-ups issued another message: "The punishment for South Asia's little bully, Vietnam, has been completed and the troops can withdraw." Gouwa and I took the telescopes from the Company commander and instructor and looked at the narrow and long white short houses in the distance - Hanoi City (the houses built by the Vietnamese are all the same, two to three meters wide and about ten meters wide) Long, all gray and white, two or three stories high), he kept cursing the big man who issued the retreat order, picked up his things and started marching towards the gathering place. In the woods about a mile away from the meeting place, I was still chatting and laughing with Gouwa, and when I thought I could go Home as a hero, I suddenly sensed danger and shouted "Get down!" and pushed Gouwa. , he just rolled to the side of the grass. There was a crisp gunshot, and Gouwa only had time to lie down before he was hit by a sniper in the right chest and fell down. My intuition has always been very good, especially when encountering danger. This is why I have been able to survive since the beginning of the battle. Gouwa was listed as the first target of the sniper because he was carrying a tranSMitter on his back. That tranSMitter had long been turned into waste because of the dead battery, but Gouwa had to carry it back because He is the tranSMitter, and military property must be protected. This damn military regulation should have been discarded in the army a long time ago, and now Gouwa has risked his life for a piece of trash. The sniper only wounded him instead of killing him immediately, because he wanted to wait for me to save him. During the three-hour confrontation between the two, the South Asian tropical sun was as poisonous as fire, and my skin was so painful from the sun. I have cursed tens of thousands of times in my heart. A flash of light flashed through the forest. It was the reflection on the scope of a sniper rifle. I never imagined that that stupid bastard was less than thirty meters away from me, and I finally caught him. Slowly pull the safety catch of the grenade in my hand. This grenade and the bayonet were both left behind by the US military when they retreated. Now I have handed them over and used them to deal with the enemies that their owners did not eliminate. It’s really fucking funny. . In the tropical jungle, there are only two ways to deal with a sniper: oneOne is tit for tat, using snipers to deal with snipers. The other is to use multiple firepower to carpet bomb the area where he is. If I were to compete with an experienced sniper, I would definitely be looking for death. Fortunately, that guy must have not seen me for a long time before he dared to climb out of the ground. After counting five times, I raised my upper body and threw the round grenade thirty meters away. This was thanks to the military's strict requirements on combat skills. Throwing grenades was a mandatory requirement for the military's five disciplines. "Boom~~" It is indeed a Yankee's thing. It is SMall in power, but more powerful than the wooden handle type used by our military. A large flock of birds flew up in the forest. At the moment of the explosion, I jumped up and rushed towards the sniper while shooting. Sniper rifles are semi-automatic and can only be fired single-shot, making them most unsuitable for close range shooting. After rushing closer, I had fired a full clip of bullets, but there was no need for me to change the clip anymore. The sniper had been knocked to the ground by the grenade, and the bent Soviet-made sniper rifle was thrown aside (that was A copy made during China's aid to Vietnam. It was ranked among the top ten famous guns in the world at that time. The quality was so good that it was given to the Vietnamese who were our comrades and Brothers before it was too late to equip our army to deal with the Americans.) I lay on the ground groaning. She was naked, with the right side of her body dripping with blood. She was wearing a black Mother-in-law uniform that was torn to pieces by shrapnel. She had a pair of snow-white breasts standing on her chest, and her long black hair was spread over her face. She was a Vietnamese woman. When those pair of pointed and SMall breasts appeared in front of me, I was immediately stunned. The gun and bayonet in my hands fell to the ground. This was the first time that I could see real women's breasts in real life. At that time, China had just gone through ten years of turmoil during the Cultural Revolution. Materials were scarce, and the social atmosphere was still quite conservative. All I knew was that women wore their clothes high on their chests. The raised bumps are the woman's breasts. The woman's low moans woke me up from the daze in front of me. Next to the petite Vietnamese woman, I immediately knelt down and pulled out the messy hair from her face. Her face was pale and full of sweat due to injuries. , exposed. Although the face is deformed due to the pain

, it still has a childish look (Vietnamese women are not as thin and thin as we imagined) Black, in the past, Vietnamese people still regarded black as beautiful. Not only their skin was dark, but even their teeth were stained by betel nut since they were young. However, after the French rule, they began to pay attention to protecting their skin color. , not only under the hat, but also with a towel to cover her face, kapok gauze Mother-in-law pants, and long gloves on her hands to prevent her arms from getting tanned), she is probably only sixTeen or sevenTeen years old. Her right hand was blown off, and her right leg and right abdomen were scratched by shrapnel. The main injury was in the abdomen. I hurriedly took out the gauze bandage from the medical bag I carried with me, not even daring to take another look at her exposed breasts. This was another bad habit in military regulations. Just when I was about to bandage the wound of the Vietnamese girl, the girl suddenly opened her tight eyes, which were a pair of eyes full of hatred. In her eyes, it seemed as if she wanted to dig out the hatred in my heart and make my senses sensitive.I was so nervous that I broke out in cold sweat. The gauze tape in my hand almost fell to the ground, and I immediately turned my head. The sniper rifle carrying my good Brother appeared in my eyes. There were dozens of scratches on the handle, six of which were new. This gun, the gun that took away Gou Wa, had also taken away the lives of six Chinese soldiers before that. Anger suddenly burned up in my heart. "Damn that bitch, I still have to treat injuries like a little bitch like you!" She cursed angrily and dropped the gauze in her hand. I put my arms around her neck and slapped her face hard with my right hand. After being slapped several times, blood dripped from my mouth and nose and dripped on my hands, but the girl still stared at me with those eyes. "Look, I want you to see it!" I lifted her up, and immediately the pair of pointed, SMall, white breasts jumped a few times in front of my eyes, and they were so white that they dazzled my eyes. A burning sensation surged from my lower abdomen. It has been twenty-two years since I joined the army from the countryside. The poverty in the countryside, the turmoil of the Cultural Revolution, the strictness of the army, and the unprecedented desire were all met by a man in a foreign country today. , or an enemy in name only, was provoked by an enemy girl under the age of eighTeen. "Uh! Ah!" In the pain, the girl was thrown to the ground by me. Regardless of her injuries, I tore off the already tattered top a few times, and held the pair of SMall breasts tightly with both hands. Kneading in hands. "Ah!" I exclaimed. These are women's breasts. For the first time, I have truly touched a woman's breasts (I am an orphan and have never had breast milk). Soft but with a certain degree of hardness, the two SMall dots on the breasts were scratched back and forth in the palm of my hand. The shapes of the two breasts were constantly changing in my hands, and the thin white breast flesh was sandwiched between my fingers. Oh dear, this Chicken head meat, so damn comfortable! I exerted too much force, and purple marks appeared on my breasts. The cock between my legs was raised high, and the wide military pants were pushed up into a tent. "Ah... uh... ah..." The girl kept Moaning intermittently. I don't know whether it was the pain from the wound or the pain from my scratching her breasts. The painful expression made her whole face twitch and twist, and she was wet with sweat. His hair was missing, and his left and right limbs were stumped, trying feebly to block my attack. Unmoved, I lifted her upper body and bit one of them. "Ah!" The girl screamed in pain due to the wound on her abdomen. Biting and licking the breasts, it's not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough for me to understand more about the mysteries of a woman's body. I put her down again and started to untie her belt. The girl hurriedly pushed with her good left hand, and made useless efforts with her uninjured left leg. She babbled and cursed in Vietnamese. I don’t understand, I just know that she was cursing, struggled a few times, and fainted from the pain of the wound. Damn, this damn Vietnamese woman’s belt is so damn difficult to untie. With desire and anger, I grabbed the M9 bayonet, inserted it into her belt, swiped down, and cut the belt in one move. , this damn American product is really useful. Without stopping, I used the knife a few times to completely cut open the black, fat gauze pants. On the girl's snow-white abdomen, there was a three-inch long wound.The solid blood began to flow out again due to the tugging just now. The mysterious zone of women was completely exposed in front of my eyes. The women who were only mentioned in dirty jokes by veterans, the mysterious zone was now displayed in front of my eyes. My breath was between my legs, on the slightly raised mons pubis. The sparse black pubic hair, due to the blood flowing out from the wound, stuck together to block the most important vital point. I grabbed a rag with trembling hands, and gradually pressed it on the soft flesh. I squeezed it hard through the veil. , rubbing it, it was an indescribable feeling. After wiping away the blood, the pink flesh groove hidden in the pubic hair was finally revealed. It was so beautiful. The two bulging labia were tightly closed together, like half a SMall peach that was about to mature. Throwing away the rag in his hand, he pressed the five fingers of his right hand on the semicircle again. There was no obstruction. Another strange feeling that was different from the previous one came from his hand, the heat from the cracks, and the feeling of pubic hair rubbing. , coupled with the boneless meatiness, these made me increase the kneading intensity with my hands. His left hand was not free either, so he reached out to one of the breasts and grasped it. At this time, the cock between my legs was so swollen and painful that I hurriedly unbuttoned my pants, and a hot purple-red cock immediately jumped out. As soon as he jumped out, he felt a soreness in his lower back, an urge to urinate, and a stream of white liquid rushed out from the horse's eyes. Damn it, it was my first time to fire an empty gun like this. Not willing to give in, I took a breathless rest, hurriedly took off my military pants, and immediately placed my semi-soft Dick between the girl's legs, raised her little buttocks, and pulled her slightly apart. legs on my waist. My waist began to move, so that the girl's pussy was pressed against my Dick. I held her slender waist with both hands and began to rub her. After a while, my desire reappeared and I pulled out my cock again. This time, I couldn't let go of the empty gun. I released my right hand and used my fingers to separate the girl's labia. I aimed my cock at the SMall red hole. I straightened my waist and raised my left hand holding her waist to her face. The glans was hard. It was inserted into the girl's flower arrangement. So tight, so tight, tight and dry, like being tightly bound by a rubber rope, preventing me from moving forward any further. Being so Horny, I used my hands to exert force again, and my waist also pushed forward with all my strength. , finally broke through something like a film, and with a trace of heat, my cock finally rushed into another tight cuff like it was driven down Liangshan, the gateway to Hanoi. The surrounding flesh walls tightly wrapped my cock, "It feels so good, so comfortable!" This was the intercourse between men and women, I yelled. I started thrusting in and out of the girl's Vagina, rubbing flesh against flesh, and my abdomen slapped the girl's Vagina, making a "pop" sound. My hands were also on the SMall, round and elastic buttocks, gripping and kneading them tightly. Squeeze tightly. At the place of intercourse, the symbol of a girl turning into a Young Woman was carried by my cock and flowed out as it went in and out. At this time, all I knew was to keep fucking the bitch underneath me. That was what I wanted. We, the bitch of seven Brothers' lives, now she is just a tool to vent our anger, regardless of the severity of her injuries. Finally, after thrusting for an unknown amount of time, another urge to urinate arose in me, and I quickly ejaculated again.After thrusting a few times, he let out a loud roar and ejaculated the angry white fluid from his body into his flesh. I still inserted the flesh that had not yet softened into the Vietnamese woman's body, enjoying the aftertaste of the great Pleasure and slowly regaining my strength. The feeling of danger suddenly occurred again. I instinctively threw away the girl's legs and rolled to the side. "Ah!" A scream came from the girl's mouth. A three-edged bayonet pierced her left leg. Blood shot out along three blood grooves. The person holding the knife's handle was holding the girl's left hand. The pain from the huge crack made the girl faint again. Damn you bitch, this bitch actually used her left hand to remove the bayonet from my gun when I was venting my lust... no, my anger. My sense of crisis once again saved my life. If you are stabbed, you will lose half your life even if you don't die (the wound caused by the three-edged bayonet is the most difficult to close and stop bleeding, and often causes people to bleed to death). In this hostile country, half a life will become a dead life. Burning with rage, I pulled out the bayonet on her leg, pointed it at her erect left breast, and stabbed it with such force that it passed through the heart and went straight to the back. The Vietnamese female sniper, who was still unconscious, was firmly nailed to the ground naked. The blood spurted out from the bayonet's blood slot all over my face. When I woke up, I immediately sat down on the ground. Oh my god, according to military regulations, I committed a crime that was enough to get me shot. Sitting next to the naked corpse, I just murmured: "What should I do?! What should I do?!" Twenty minutes later, I gritted my teeth, stood up, and wiped the blood on my body with my torn clothes. , put on your clothes and organize your equipment. I stood next to the naked corpse for a while and took out the two American-made hand grenades I had captured. These were the remaining two. I had to hand them in when I got back, so I might as well use them. I used the M9 to pry open the girl's closed mouth, and stuffed one into her mouth. Then I stabbed the girl's Vagina with the knife, and with an upward stroke, I opened the girl's originally tight Vagina and stuffed it. Enter the last grenade. I wiped the blood off the knife on my breast, put it back into the scabbard tied to my right calf, put the gun on my back, bent down and pulled the grenade safety catches in the upper and lower mouths at the same time, turned around and started running. "Boom!" After I ran for ten seconds and lay down behind me, two grenades exploded almost at the same time. The girl's body was blown to pieces and the evidence was destroyed. No one knew what I did to her, and the "reputation" of our army was preserved. injury