iamjennashea erome，Rape on the battlefield

iamjennashea erome，Rape on the battlefield
Rape on the battlefield
Rape on the battlefield

There was quiet around, only some unknown birds chirping from time to time around.

I have been lying in the grass for three hours. I was not holding a American grenade in my right hand and putting my left hand in the mud, and my palm was probably pricked by my fingers and blood flowing.Under the banana tree less than three meters, the moans of the dog's wrath had disappeared. He had been in pain for more than three hours before he died.But during these three hours, I could only watch him motionlessly from three meters away until his life disappeared. If it weren't for the M9 American multi-functional bayonet I was biting in my mouth, I would have cried out loud, but I couldn't.

This is the dog-good Vietnamese sniper lurking around this, he is waiting, waiting for the best chance to kill me, and I can even feel his murderous aura at me.
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Since the beginning of the Vietnam War, our company has been yelling, "It is glorious to die for our bad luck company commander to get a sharp knife from the mission. From this point on

, our company's casualties have been running straight up, while our company commander and instructor are still shouting, "It is glorious to sacrifice for the country."It's great if I'm about to hit Hanoi, there are only Gouwa and I left in the company.At this moment, the superiors issued another "The punishment for the South Asian bully - Vietnam has been completed, and you can withdraw your troops."
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Gouwa and I took the telescopes of the company commander and instructor and looked at the narrow and long white houses in the distance - Hanoi City (the houses built by Vietnamese are the same, two or three meters wide and ten meters long, all gray and white, two or three floors high), and kept cursing the big man who issued the retreat order, and started marching towards the gathering place with the things.

In the woods that were still a mile away from the gathering place, I was still talking and laughing with Gouwa. When I thought I could go home in a heroic manner, I felt instinctively dangerous and shouted "Let's go down" and pushed Gouwa, and I had just rolled to the grass on the side.With a crisp gunshot, Gouwa had just had time to lie down when he was hit by a sniper and fell down his right chest.

My intuition has always been very effective, especially when in danger, which is why I have lived until now since the beginning of the battle.Gouwa was listed as the number one target by a sniper because he was carrying a transmitter on his back. That transmitter had long become a waste because the battery was exhausted, but Gouwa insisted on carrying it back because he was a transmitter and the military's property must be protected.This damn military rule should have been abandoned by the army long ago, and now Gouwa is just paying his life for a waste.The sniper only injured him instead of killing him immediately, but was waiting for me to save him.

In the three-hour conflict between the two, the sun in the South subtropical region was poisonous like fire, and the skin was so painful that it was sunburned. Now I even scolded the sky in my heart.A ray of light flashed in the forest. It was the reflection on the sniper rifle scope. I never thought that the bastard was less than thirty meters away from me and finally grabbed it.I slowly pulled open the safety bolt of the grenade in my hand. The grenade and the bayonet were left behind by the US military's retreat back then, but now I have surrendered it and used it to deal with the enemy whose owner did not destroy it back then. It's really funny.In the tropical jungle, there are only two types of snipers to deal with. One is to use tooth for tooth and use snipers to deal with snipers, and the other is to use more firepower to bombard the snipers in the range he is in.If I want me to compete with an experienced sniper, I must be looking for death. Fortunately, that guy must have never 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 out the round grenade, thirty meters. This is thanks to the strict requirements of the army for combat technology. This throwing grenade is a hard requirement for the five items in the army.

"Boom" is worthy of being an American, but its small power is even greater than the wooden handle type used by our military.A large group of birds flew up in the forest. At the moment of explosion, I jumped up and rushed towards the sniper's place. The sniper rifles are semi-automatic and can only be single shots

, which are the least suitable for close-range shooting.

After rushing closer, I had already fired a full bullet, but I didn't need to change the magazine anymore. The sniper had been blown to the ground by a grenade, and the bent Soviet sniper rifle was thrown aside (it was a counterfeit by Chinese aid to Vietnam. It was one of the top ten famous guns in the world at that time. It was not too good to equip our army with priority to the Vietnamese who were given to the comrades and brothers against the Americans). He lay on the ground and moaned, his right body was covered with blood, his black maid's uniform torn to pieces by shrapnel, a pair of snow-white breasts stood on his chest, and his long black hair was spread on his face. He was a Vietnamese woman.

When the pair of pointed and small breasts appeared in front of me, I was immediately stunned, and the gun and bayonet fell to the ground.

This was the first time I saw a real woman's breasts naked. At that time, China had just experienced ten years of Cultural Revolution turmoil, lacking supplies, and the social atmosphere was quite conservative. I only knew that the bulge that raised the clothes on the chest was the woman's breasts.

The woman's low moans woke me up from the dumb wood in front of me. Next to the petite Vietnamese woman, I immediately squatted down and pulled away the messy hair on her face. A pale and sweaty face was exposed due to injuries.Although the face is deformed due to pain, it still has a little childishness (Vietnamese women are not as thin and dark as we imagined. That is when Vietnamese people used to regard blackness as beauty. Not only did they have black skin and even their teeth were also dirty since childhood. However, after the French Tongye period, they began to pay attention to protecting their skin tone. Not only did they put towels under the hat to cover their faces, wear kapok yarn-woven mother-in-law pants, but they also had to wear long gloves on their hands to prevent their arms from tanning). She was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.Her right hand was broken, and her right leg and right abdomen were scratched by shrapnel, with the main injuries on her abdomen.I hurriedly took out the yarn belt from the medical bag I carried with me, and didn't even dare to take a look at her naked breasts. This was another bad habit in military rules.

Just when I was about to bandage the Vietnamese girl, the girl opened her tight eyes, which were full of resentment. Her eyes seemed to be digging out the hatred in my heart and heart, which made me feel keen and sweat.The yarn belt in my hand almost fell to the ground, and I immediately turned my head. The sniper rifle with my good brother appeared in my eyes, carving dozens of marks on the handle, six of which were new.This gun, the gun that took Gouwa, took away the lives of six Chinese soldiers before this.

Anger suddenly became burnt from my heart, "Mom's pussy, I want to heal you little bitch!" He cursed angrily, threw down the yarn belt in his hand, and I slapped her on the face with my right hand a few times. Blood dripped from my mouth and nose on my hand, but the girl was still staring at me with that look.

"Look, I want you to see!" I lifted her up, and immediately the pair of pointed and small snow-white breasts jumped in front of my eyes a few times, and the white eyes were shaking in an instant.A fire surged from my lower abdomen, from the countryside to joining the army to the present, for twenty-two years, the poverty in the countryside, the turmoil of the Cultural Revolution, the strictness of the army, and the desire that never before had ever been sought. Today, in a foreign country, an enemy girl who was still famous and an enemy girl who was less than eighteen years old was provoked.

"Uh, ah!" Amid the pain, the girl was thrown to the ground by me. Regardless of her injuries, I tore off the already torn top a few times, held the pair of small breasts tightly with both hands, and kneaded them in my hands.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, this is a woman's breast. For the first time, I really touched a woman's breast (I am an orphan and never had breast milk).It was soft but with a certain hardness. The two small dots on the breasts were slashing in the palm of my palm. The two breasts were constantly changing in my hands. The thin white breasts were sandwiched between my fingers. Be good, this chicken head meat is so fucking comfortable!After exerting too much force, purple marks appeared on my breasts. My cock between me raised high and held up a tent with my wide military pants.

"Ah...uh...ah..." The girl kept moaning intermittently. She didn't know if it was the pain of her wound or her breasts being scratched by me. Her painful expression made her face twitch and twist and deform. The sweat as big as beans wet her hair. The broken limb on her left hand and right were weakly trying to block my attack.

Unmoved, I lifted her upper body and bite one of them, "Ah!" The girl screamed in pain from the wound on her abdomen.It's not enough to bite and lick the breasts, this is not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough. I'm going to learn more about the mystery of a woman's body.I put down her body again and began to untie her trouser. The girl hurriedly pushed her with her complete left hand to block her. Her uninjured left leg made useless efforts, and she babbled and cursed. She couldn't understand the Vietnamese dialect and knew that she was cursing. After struggling for a few times, she fainted due to the pain of the wound.

Damn it, this damn Vietnamese woman's belt is so fucking hard to resolve. With a desire and anger, I grabbed the M9 bayonet and inserted it into her belt, and scratched it down, and cut the belt off. This fucking American product is really easy to use.I kept doing it all the time, and I cut the fat black gauze pants with a few strokes. There was a three-inch-long wound on the girl's snow-white abdomen. The solidified blood began to flow out again due to the pulling just now.The mysterious area of ??women was exposed to me. The mysterious area of ??women, which was only in the yellow jokes mentioned by the veterans, was now revealed to me, and my breath began to become thicker.

Between the legs, the sparse black pubic hair on the slightly raised mons pubic pubic sticks together because of the blood flowing out of the wound. I grabbed a piece of rag and trembled my hands and gradually pressed on the soft and beautiful flesh. I squeezed and rubbed heavily through the layer of yarn, which was an indescribable feeling.Wipe the blood clean

, and the pink flesh groove hiding in the pubic hair was finally revealed. It was so beautiful, the two bulging labia were tightly closed together, like half a small hairy peach that was about to mature.

I threw away the rag in my hand, pressed the semicircle with my five fingers again, and there was no obstacle. Another kind of strange feeling that came from my hands, the heat coming from the cracks, the feeling of pubic hair rubbing

, and the boneless flesh sensation made me increase the kneading rate on my hands.My left hand was not idle either, so I reached out to grab it.

At this timeiamjennashea erome, the penis between the crotch was extremely painful. I hurriedly unbuttoned my pants, and a hot and purple-red cock that was swelling immediately jumped out.As soon as I jumped out, I felt a soreness in my waist, and a urge to urinateiamjennashea erome , and a white slurry rushed out of my horse's geese.Damn, I just fired an empty gun like this for the first time.

I was unwilling to give up, so I took a rest in panting, took off my military pants quickly, and immediately put my half-soft dick between the girl's legs, lifted her little butt, and clamped her two slightly legs around my waist.My waist began to move, letting the girl's vagina close to my dick, holding her thin waist with both hands, rubbing it. After a while, the desire was reborn and the penis was pulled hard again.

This time, you can't use your gun to empty your gun anymore. You can release your right hand and use your fingers to separate the girl's labia. You aim your penis at the small red flesh hole. You thrust your waist, and your left hand holding her waist also sent it in front of you. The glans was inserted into the girl's flower path.It was so tight, so tight, it was tight and dry like a rubber rope that I couldn't move forward. I was so eager that I tried my best to force my hands again, and my waist also rushed forward with all my might. Finally, I broke through a thin film-like thing. Under a slight heat flow, my cock finally rushed into another tight meat cover as if I had hit the pass of Hanoi - Liangshan.The surrounding flesh walls tightly wrapped my cock, "It feels so good and comfortable!" This is the intercourse between men and women, I yelled.

I started to thrust in the girl's vagina, rubbing the flesh with the flesh, and my abdomen slapped the girl's vagina and made a "slap" sound, and my hands were also clenching and squeezing the small round and elastic thighs.At the time of intercourse, the symbol of the girl becoming a young woman was carried by my cock and flowed out as she went in and out. At this time, I only knew to keep fucking the bitch under me, the bitch who had taken the lives of seven brothers from us. Now she is just a tool to vent her anger, regardless of how serious the injuries on her body were.

Finally, after thrusting for a while, another urination occurred on me. I quickly thrust a few more times, roared, and shot the angry white juice in my body into my body.I still inserted my unsoftened flesh into the Vietnamese woman's body, enjoying the aftertaste after the great pleasure, and slowly recovering my physical strength.

The dangerous feeling came back in an instant. I instinctively threw away the girl's legs and rolled down next to me."Ah!" A scream came from the girl's mouth. A three-edged bayonet pierced her left leg. Blood shot out along the three blood grooves. Holding the knife handle, the girl's own left hand, and the huge crack made the girl faint again.

Mom, this bitch actually vented my desire... No, when I was angry, I took off the bayonet from my gun with my left hand. My sense of crisis saved my life again. If I was stabbed by that bayonet, half of my life would be lost even if I didn't die (the wound formed by the triangular bayonet is the most difficult thing to stop the mouth and stop bleeding, and it often causes people to bleed a lot and die). In this hostile country, half of my life will become lifeless.

I was so angry that I pulled out a bayonet from her leg, and pricked her straight left breast with a knife. It was so powerful that it passed through the heart and penetrated its back, nailing the Vietnamese female blocker who was still in a coma to the ground.

The blood sprayed out of the bayonet blood trough made my face full of blood. When I woke up, I immediately fell to the ground. Oh my God, according to the military rules, I committed the crime of getting me shot.Sitting beside the naked corpse, I just murmured, "What to do?! What to do?!"

Twenty minutes later, I gritted my teeth, stood up, wiped the blood from my body with the clothes I torn, put on my clothes, and tidied up my equipment.After standing next to the naked corpse for a long time, I took out two American grenades I seized. These are the remaining two. Anyway, I have to hand over them when I go back, so it's better to use them.I used the M9 to pry open the girl's tight mouth and stuffed one into her mouth. I stabbed it into the girl's vagina with a knife, and then slashed it upwards, cutting the girl's originally tight vagina and stuffing it into the last grenade.Wipe the blood from the knife on the breast, retract it into the scabbard tied to my right calf, carry the gun, bend down and pull the grenade safety bolts in the two mouths up and down, turn around and start running.

"Boom" After I ran for ten seconds, I lay down, the two grenades bloomed 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 also preserved the "reputation" of our army.