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Jia Li rode behind her
men. As their leader she felt
it was her responsibility to draw fire.
As she rode she twisted in her saddle, firing her rifle at her
pursuers. Several times she saw
an enemy horse or rider fall, but doubted that she had hit the
target. She was simply not a
very good a shot from the back of a moving
horse.
Without warning her horse jerked and then
stumbled. It collapsed frontward
and rolled completely over on its back.
As the horse dropped Jia Li was catapulted from the
saddle. Flipping in mid air she
used the momentum to fall clear of the dead animal, landing on her feet and
then rolling forward. Her tremendous
athletic and martial arts skills enabled her to bounce to her
feet. But all about her were
Russian soldiers, most of whom were reining in their
mounts. There was no doubt that
they had seen her fall. They
spurred their mounts toward her, apparently far more interested in capturing
her than in going after the rest of her
command.
For a few seconds she hesitated, unsure of what to
do. Then she saw the unmistakable
figure of Ivanov riding toward her.
His huge form barely seemed to fit his
horse. She knew that she could
expect no mercy at his hands.
Spotting a slight seam in the mass of riders milling about her she
headed for it. Just ahead was
a deep coulee, heavily lined with bushes and
trees. If she could make
it there perhaps she would have a slight chance of
escape.
For a few seconds the gap in the Russian line remained open and then it closed
as Ivanov swerved his horse directly into her
path. He then rode right at her
in a seeming attempt to run her down.
Jia Li darted to one side as Ivanov rode at her, timing her move so
that he was unable to change direction.
Had Ivanov been alone Jia Li might have been able to jump on to him
as he galloped past, but two other horsemen flanked him, forcing her to dart
out of their way as well. Ivanov
yelled some command in Russian that Jia Li did not
understand. The Russian horsemen
formed a semicircle around her, effectively cutting off her chosen avenue
of escape. She looked behind
her and noticed a small draw. It
offered some sort of protection from cavalry as it was lined with bush and
trees. Scrambling on her hands
and knees she drove toward it as hard as she
could.
Once again Russian horsemen cut her off.
She was simply not fast enough on foot to beat the mounted men to
any objective. Jia Li changed
direction again, this time angling off to her right in an attempt to get
around the horsemen before they completely surrounded
her. In her desperate attempts
to escape, it never occurred to her to ask why the Russians did not simply
shoot her. She was too preoccupied
with trying to stay out from under the horses’
hooves.
She made it past the first horses and raced up a small
hill. Here she found herself
among scattered trees where the cavalry could not run her
down. If she could just get a
few feet farther she would be amongst heavier vegetation and even though
it was devoid of leaves, it would make it more difficult for the horsemen
to follow her. But now several
Russians rode directly across her path.
There was no escape that way.
She looked around. The
few trees served to break up the closing Russians just enough to provide
one more escape route. She took
it, this time plunging recklessly down the hill heedless of the danger of
falling. She burst into the opening
in the Russian ranks and scrambled into a narrow coulee strewn with large
boulders. The horsemen would not be able to maneuver
here.
Ivanov and his men followed, forced to a walk by the rough
terrain. Jia Li found that she
could actually outdistance them, but she was getting
tired. Her frenzied scurrying
at top speed had left her near the end of her
endurance. But she could not
afford to slow down lest she be overtaken by the pursuing
riders. She looked ahead of
her. Perhaps there was somewhere
she could hide. She could hear
Ivanov and his men close behind her.
She had to find someplace to escape them
quickly. To her left was the
bed of a frozen stream. It was
mostly dry now, but if she ran up it she might discover rougher ground where
she could find a hiding place. She
glanced around. The leading Russians
were partly screened off by a leafless grove of
willows. Now was her best
chance. Her chest heaving from
the exertion, she darted up the
streambed.
Disappointingly, the streambed turned out to offer less shelter than the
coulee she had just left. But
it was too late to correct her error; Ivanov and his men were already turning
into it, hot on her trail. The
streambed was now acting as a trap, channeling her in before the advancing
horsemen. She turned at right
angles to its course and scrambled up the
bank. To her dismay she found
that there were Russian soldiers already there, awaiting her
arrival. Suddenly it dawned upon
her. She had not been escaping
at all. Ivanov and his men were
playing with her, herding her in the direction that they
chose. There never had been any
chance of escape.
She turned to face her pursuers.
Better to challenge them on open ground and die an honorable death
than to be caught scrambling to escape.
She prepared to fight her last
battle.
Ivanov’s men completely encircled
her. Jia Li turned slowly, trying
to anticipate the direction of the
attack. When it came, it caught
her off guard. A rope thrown
from behind settled over her and before she could duck out of it the rope
was drawn tight around her legs.
Almost immediately, a second rope dropped over her and was pulled
tight around her waist. Then
a third and fourth rope was looped about
her. As the ropes were drawn
tight, she was pulled in four different directions, effectively eliminating
her mobility. Jia Li was essentially
helpless.
Ivanov dismounted and approached her, dangling a set of
handcuffs. But Jia Li was
not yet ready to concede defeat. As
he reached for her left wrist she lashed out at him with all the strength
she could muster. Fortunately
for Ivanov the ropes that prevented her escape also prevented her from planting
her feet well enough to strike hard, but he received a rude shock, being
knocked unceremoniously on his rear end by a series of blows to his
face. As Ivanov fell two men
seized Jia Li from behind, each one restraining one of her
arms. She struggled, but was
unable to break free.
Ivanov struggled to his feet, wiping blood from his bleeding
nose. His face was a mask of
rage. Jia Li expected him to
hit her, but he merely handcuffed her wrists behind
her. “You will pay for that
and for your treachery, comrade,” Ivanov
said. The remark was wasted on
Jia Li as she spoke very little Russian, but she could guess from his tone
that it was menacing.
Turning to the men holding her he commanded them to tie her
ankles. Then picking her up as
if she weighed almost nothing, he slung her across his horse’s neck
and mounted behind her. For about
ten minutes Ivanov and his troop rode on.
Jia Li had no idea where she was being taken, but she was certain
that she would not like what was about to happen no matter where they
went.
Ivanov reined in his horse. Picking
Jia Li up he slung her across one massive
shoulder. From her upside down
position Jia Li was able to determine that she was being taken to a small
wooden hut. It was not of Mongol
design, so she could only assume that it was a building the Russians had
constructed.
Ivanov kicked open the door of the hut.
Inside it was almost completely bare except for an iron stove, a crude
table, and a bed made out of planks.
Against one wall was a pile of neatly stacked
firewood. The hut was lit by
a single small window.
Ivanov booted the door shut and dumped Jia Li roughly onto the plank
bed. Forcing her face down on
the crude cot he untied her feet and retied them so that each of her ankles
was lashed to one of the legs of the bed, spreading her legs slightly and
holding her in a face down position.
Having insured that she was not going anywhere Ivanov then turned
his attention to the small stove.
Within a few minutes he had a roaring fire
going. “That should make
us a little more comfortable,” he
said.
Jia Li’s blank look finally got through to Ivanov that she did not
understand any Russian, and so he switched to Mandarin, which he spoke only
poorly. He knew enough of the
language, however, to communicate his
meaning. “You have caused
me a great deal of trouble, comrade,” he said.
“I mean to make you pay
for it and have a little fun at the same
time.”
Jia Li shivered. The man’s
menacing tone was unmistakable. She
tested her bonds, but the handcuffs had been cinched tightly about her
wrists. There was no chance of
getting them off without a key.
Similarly, each ankle was tightly secured to the bottom legs of the
bed. She could move them only
slightly. Ivanov was watching
her intently. “Struggle
all you like, Tigerlily,” he said, inventing a name for
her. “There is no chance
of escape.”
From corner of the room Ivanov picked up a moth-eaten
pillow. Crossing over to the
bed he lifted Jia Li at the waist and placed the pillow under her pelvis
so that her pert derriere was slightly
elevated. Jia Li felt her gut
clenching in fear.
“Now let’s see what that shapely ass looks like,” said
Ivanov. As he spoke he pulled
down her quilted pants. The cold
air hit her buttocks. Involuntarily
Jia Li tightened her tiny backside.
“Very nice. Very nice,”
the Russian gloated.
Jia Li looked up at Ivanov. He
was slowly removing his heavy leather belt from his
pants. Even though she knew it
was hopeless Jia Li attempted to pull her ankles free of the ropes that held
them.
“This is repayment for striking me.
I will get around to punishing you for your betrayal
later.”
Ivanov doubled up his belt.
Swinging it high over his head he brought it down on Jia Li’s
raised backside with a tremendous
crack.
Thwack!
The sound resounded through
the tiny hut.
“AAHHH!!” The
blow was so surprisingly painful that the young Chinese girl cried out without
thinking.
Thwack!
The leather came down
again.
“AAAHHH!!
NO!!” Jia Li cried.
“Save your breath, you’ll need it,” taunted Ivanov.
“I’m just warming
up.”
Thwack!
The belt delivered a third
blow, and then a fourth, and then a
fifth. Each time Jia Li’s
protests became louder and more
prolonged.
“AAHHH!!
OOOHHHH!!
STOP!!
STOP!!”
She cried and pleaded with him, but the merciless beating continued
for another 15 strokes. By the
time Ivanov had finished Jia Li was shrieking almost
continually. The pain of each
blow lasted long after each impact.
Her tender rear was crisscrossed with raised
welts. In several places her
skin had been broken and small rivulets of blood ran across her blistered
backside and onto the bed.
Ivanov tossed the belt onto the floor.
Jia Li’s cries subsided into
weeping. Taking out his knife,
he cut through the quilting of her pants and jacket, and tore the ruined
garment from her shaking body. She
was now completely nude and wide-open
to any further violations he might want to
commit.
Ivanov pulled off her boots and untied her ankles from the bed
legs. Grasping her left ankle
he bent her leg upward so that he could fasten it to her handcuffed
wrists. He then repeated the
operation with her right leg. This
arched Jia Li’s back, accentuating her perfect
breasts. It was considerably
warmer in the hut now. The heat
from the stove had steadily warmed it during her beating and Ivanov stripped
down, removing all of his clothes.
Upon seeing Ivanov’s huge phallus, Jia Li could not suppress
a whimper of fear.
Ivanov laughed. “If you
think it is scary now, wait until it gets
angry.” Jia Li blanched
as she saw the huge member begin to rise as he salivated over her gorgeous
body.
Ivanov grabbed Jia Li’s flowing hair, and pulled her to her
knees. She let out a howl at
the pain in her scalp.
“I’ll hurt you more than you can imagine if you don’t
cooperate,” Ivanov said.
“Do you understand?”
He punctuated his question by slapping Jia Li hard across her
face. She let out another scream
and rapidly nodded her head.
“Just make sure that you remember who is in control,” he
said, grabbing one of her firm breasts in each
hand. Then he gave her bosom
a savage massage, squeezing down brutally on each tit until she howled with
pain.
“AAGGHH,” she cried.
“PLEASE
STOP, I UNDERSTAND!”
Ivanov reached up to her hair again and parted her fine silky tresses, taking
a hank of hair in each hand. He
then pulled her head back hard, further arching her back and stretching her
neck back. As he did so he stepped
so close to her that his now erect penis bumped against her
chin. “Now, little one,
I want you to take me in your
mouth.”
“NO!
NO!” Jia Li
protested. She had never even
seen an erect penis before and the thought of having one in her mouth filled
her with revulsion.
“Have it your way,” said
Ivanov. He released her hair
and picked up his belt
again.
“NO!
NOT AGAIN,” Jia Li
begged.
Ivanov slapped the belt into the palm of his
hand. “Then what’s
it to be?” he asked.
“The belt or your mouth?”
Jia Li was almost nauseated at the thought of taking Ivanov’s huge phallus
into her mouth, but the choice presented to her forced her
compliance.
“I…I’ll do it,” she said with a
sob.
“That’s more like it, cooperation!” exulted
Ivanov. He dropped his belt again
and pulled her head back once more.
Jia Li reluctantly opened her
mouth.
“You don’t just swallow it, Tigerlily, you give it a kiss
first.”
“I… I… can’t,” Jia Li
wailed.
Ivanov slapped her face hard giving her both a forehand backhand
smack. “I’m getting
tired of fooling around,” he said.
“It’s time you did as you were
told.”
Jia Li swallowed blood. The blows
had torn the inside of her mouth.
Hesitatingly, she formed her bruised lips into the shape of a
kiss. Ivanov shoved his massive
phallus against her unwilling lips and rubbed it back and forth across her
mouth. “Kiss it harder,”
he commanded.
Thoroughly cowed, Jia Li complied, fighting back her nausea at the disgusting
act. “Now wrap your lips
around it,” Ivanov instructed.
Jia Li took the tip of the huge penis into her
mouth. “Now lick
it.”
Jia Li almost gagged. She could
hardly believe what she was being forced to
do. She was completely
humiliated. But she dared not
resist. Her reddened backside
still throbbed painfully from her
flogging. And so she submitted
to each of Ivanov’s demands.
Before long she was sucking mightily on the end of his engorged member
while he groaned in ecstasy.
Holding her head so that she could not pull away he slowly forced
more and more of his penis into her
mouth. Eventually she was forced
to stretch her small jaw to the maximum to accommodate his
bulk. Then, Ivanov began to thrust
slowly in and out of her mouth, as if he was engaging in an act of
intercourse. Tears streaming
down her face, Jia Li had no choice but to endure this complete
degradation. As he penetrated
deeper and deeper she found it more and more difficult to
breathe. Ivanov himself seemed
to be experiencing breathing difficulty.
His breath came in gasps as his sexual excitement
increased. Finally he could stand
it no more. He withdrew from
Jia Li’s mouth just before he reached orgasm, allowing his ardor to
cool. He did not want to ejaculate
just yet.
“That was fantastic, Tigerlily,” he exclaimed, “but now I
want to sample your cunt.” As
he spoke, he pushed Jia Li down on the hard bed and forced himself between
her knees.
“NO!
NO! NOOO!” Jia Li
cried.
Ignoring her protests, Ivanov mounted
her. There were no preliminaries
to the rape, he just spread her legs apart and shoved his dripping phallus
into her open vagina.
It was a very tight fit. Jia
Li had never had a man before and her virgin vagina was incredibly
tight. It took all of Ivanov’s
weight and strength to penetrate even a short
distance.
“AAAAAGGHHH!!” Jia
Li shrieked. The pain of the
rape was unbelievable. It felt
as if she was being torn open.
Ivanov grunted with the effort. The
Chinese bitch was much tighter than the English slut he had taken in his
torture chamber. He thrust with
all his might and penetrated a few more
inches. “Incredible!”
he thought. He had never had a woman like
her. Maybe he would keep her
after his men had had a little fun with
her. In the meantime… He
thrust in again. He was rewarded
by another scream from the writhing Chinese
girl. “God, she was
tight!” It was going to
take a lot of work to take this bitch.
But it was going to be a lot of
fun.
Jia Li did everything in her limited power to fight off the huge
Russian. The pain of his penetration
was so great that she almost fainted.
It felt like a small tree was being pushed into
her. With a cry of relief, she
felt Ivanov withdraw, but her relief was short lived as the massive Russian
began to assault her using short sharp strokes, penetrating her a few millimeters
at a time.
“Ohh, Tigerlily,” Ivanov groaned, “you are
wonderful,” His tightly
held shaft was throbbing with pleasure.
His excitement rose as he buried it deeper and deeper into the thrashing
girl. He had now invaded her
to a depth of six inches. Jia
Li’s screams rang in his ears.
“I should have gagged you, you noisy bitch,” he
said. But he was too busy to
attend to that now. Placing his
huge hand over her mouth, he stifled her screams as he pushed still deeper
into her. He looked into Jia
Li’s dark, beautiful eyes as he ravished
her. She stared back helplessly,
her eyes flooding with tears as she struggled to survive the ordeal of forced
sex. He had been raping her for
at least fifteen minutes now, and did not seem close to
finished. Each time she thought
that Ivanov was about to peak, he slowed his pace, drawing out the
experience. He intended to bury
all of his massive rod within her.
And slowly but surely he was achieving that
end. He was now seven inches
into her and had penetrated to her
cervix. Jia Li’s tight vagina
had been forced open as far as it would go without
tearing.
“UNNNGGGHHH!!” A muffled
cry came from under Ulanov’s hand as he drove in another
inch. Ulanov felt her body tense
incredibly under him as he tried to push home his enormous rod, and then
suddenly she went completely limp.
Jia Li had fainted.
“Damn Bitch!” Ulanov swore.
Now she wouldn’t feel a
thing. Cursing again he finished
her anyway, entering her to a depth of ten inches before ejaculating into
her. Lifting himself from her
inert body, he dressed himself and went
outside. “Bring her out
here,” he said gesturing toward the cabin
Three men went into the cabin and emerged with Jia Li’s limp form, carrying
her face down. Ulanov tossed
one of the men a key. “Cuff
her hands in front.”
Jia Li’s body was tossed onto the snowy ground as the men readjusted
her handcuffs. The cold snow
revived her, but she was too exhausted to fight
back. Ulanov tied a rope to the
handcuffs and then ordered one of his men to toss the rope over the branch
of a nearly by tree. She was
then hoisted up by the rope so that she was suspended about a foot off the
ground. Next Ulanov tied a rope
to each of her ankles and fastened the ropes to small trees on either side
of her, so that her legs were spread
apart. “Alright,” Ulanov
said to his men, “take her.”
The Russian soldiers, already excited by the spectacle of Jia Li’s naked
body, surged around her, jostling for
position. It was, of course,
the largest and strongest men that managed to
have the first shot at
her. Shivering in the –15
degree temperature, and still dazed by her experience with Ulanov, Jia Li
slowly came to realize the she faced a situation that was every bit as bad
if not worse than her session with
Ulanov. This time she faced a
gang rape by at least seventy men.
Although the ropes around her ankles had drawn her legs apart, there was
some slack in them so that her body could be raised and lowered a few
inches. Ulanov had planned it
that way, and the first Russian soldier took Jia Li exactly the way he had
intended. Dropping his pants
the soldier, a huge man, standing well over six feet tall, lifted her and
lowered her quivering body onto to his erect
phallus. He did not try to penetrate
her using his own muscles, but instead let Jia Li’s own body weight
slowly impale her upon his huge organ.
“NO!” Jia Li cried
out. Exerting her remaining strength,
she used her arms to raise her body so that she was suspended just above
the Russian’s engorged shaft.
The Russian did not try to pull her down, but rather placed his arms
about her, so that when she was forced through sheer exhaustion to relax
her arms she would lower herself right onto his expectant
penis.
Jia Li strained to hold her body weight.
She was not shivering any more, but perspiring profusely from the
strain and fear of her impending rape.
Slowly, she felt her overstrained muscles
relaxing. A millimeter at a time
she was gradually lowering herself onto his rigid
rod.
A low cry escaped her lips as she felt the glans of the waiting penis begin
to penetrate her vagina. With
renewed strength, she managed to raise her
exhausted body once again, only
to find her overstrained muscles giving
out.
“AAHHHAA!!” With
a cry of rage and frustration, she felt the massive erection impale her ravaged
vagina. Already torn and sore
from Ulanov’s rape, her swollen flesh found the experience excruciatingly
painful.
Once again, she found the temporary strength to raise herself, but it was
the last time. With a shriek
of agony, she gave up and impaled herself fully upon the Russian soldier’s
penis.
Ignoring hr screams the Russian soldier gripped her tightly, and raped her
thoroughly. Again and again he
pumped into her before finally
ejaculating. Then it was the
turn of the next man. This time
Jia Li was too worn out to offer any resistance, she just hung there while
he took her. And so it went,
as the entire company began to work its way through
her. Jia Li screamed herself
hoarse, and waited for the end.
When it finally came, she was almost
unconscious. Ulanov ordered
her to be taken down, but he was not through with her
yet. He wanted to give her one
final lesson.
Larra wheeled her horse around.
“We must go back!” she shouted at Jia Li’s
men. “Jia Li is not
here!”
The remaining members of Jia Li’s command simply looked at
her. “We must go back,”
Larra repeated. “We can’t
leave Jia Li to the Russians. She
might still be alive.”
This time the men simply shook their
heads. Several of them turned
their horses and made as if to ride off.
Spurring her horse, Larra rode after
them. “At least give us
a few weapons so we can make the attempt,” she
said. “You don’t have
to come, but please let us try.”
For a few long seconds the men just looked at her, and then one of them
nodded. He handed his rifle to
Larra, Another man rode up and
gave Tabin his rifle, and a bandoleer of
cartridges. “You try
then,” said the first man, “ and good
luck.” With that he spurred
his horse and rode off rapidly followed by the rest of what had been Jia
Li’s escort.
Larra watched them go and shook her head
slowly. She couldn’t really
blame them. The odds were certainly
not in their favor. She glanced
at Tabin. He
smiled. “Let’s go,”
he said, “we might be
lucky.”
They rode back the way they had come, but did not follow a direct path to
the place where they had last seen the
Russians. Instead they rode in
an arc so as to skirt any Russians who might still be on their
trail. They stuck to the ravines
and valleys avoiding hilltops as much as
possible. Jia Li was most likely
dead, but if she was a prisoner, they certainly did not want to join
her.
Jia Li’s high-pitched screams helped them zero in on her
location. Larra wept when she
heard the sound, she knew exactly what was
happening. But although the tears
flowed, she kept her composure. By
the time they were very close, she was in complete
control.
Tabin took command. He had organized
many an ambush. “I will
approach from this direction,” he said, indicating the way they had
been going. “You circle
round to the other side. I believe
the Russians are too occupied to be keeping careful
watch. I will give you ten minutes
and then I will begin shooting.”
Larra nodded. There was no need
for her to say anything. Hunching
low over her horse’s neck, she rode around the back of a hill separating
her from the sound of Jia Li’s
screams.
“Poor Jia Li,” she thought.
“It’s my fault she got
caught.. She was only trying
to help me.”
Reaching the other side of the hill, she dismounted and ran through a small
wooded ravine. She was very close
now to the sound of the screaming girl.
Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled up the slope of the ravine
and wormed her way through a stand of
willows. Pushing her way carefully
through the bare branches she raised her head enough to see what was going
on.
What she saw filled her with disgust and
rage. The young Asian girl was
being bent face down over a fallen tree.
Her hands were held by one man and her lithe strong legs were being
spread by two more. Behind her
stood Ulanov. He had dropped
his pants and was preparing to perform anal
rape. Larra was a little too
far away to hear any words, but she could distinctly hear Jia Li’s anguished
sobs. Carefully she flicked off
the safety on her rifle and waited for Tabin to
start.
Ulanov stood over his helpless
victim. He was fully erect once
again. “All right,
Tigerlily,” he jibed, “time to loosen up that tight little ass
of yours.”
Jia Li was too drained to struggle.
She knew that she faced a third ordeal that would be every bit as
painful and degrading as the first two, but there was absolutely nothing
she could do to stop it.
Ulanov stepped up to Jia Li’s defenseless
backside. He began to lean forward
so that he could part her buttocks when he experienced a rending, paralyzing
pain. With a horrible scream,
he lurched backwards, clutching at his
penis. To his horror he found
himself holding the severed half of it in his
hands. The sound of a shot resounded
in his ears and he came to the frightening realization that he had been
shot. Blood spurted in a wide
arc from the terrible wound.
Struggling to his feet, he attempted to seek shelter, but the same
bullet that had torn his sex organ apart had penetrated his abdomen and shattered
his lower spine. A terrible paralysis
prevented his legs from moving, and he collapsed on the ground, writhing
in anguish.
Larra readied herself for her first shot, training her sights on
Ulanov. She would not allow him
to molest Jia Li any further. The
sound of Tabin’s first shot rang out and she saw Ulanov fall to the
ground. He had taken her revenge
for her. Disappointed, Larra
held her fire. She and Tabin
were not in a competition. She
would have plenty of targets later.
Tabin shot quickly and accurately.
So quickly and accurately that the panicky Russian soldiers believed
that they were being fired upon by several
marksmen. Tabin was a master
at staging an ambush. He shot
and then moved, and then shot again, constantly changing his
position. It gave his victims
the illusion that they were being attacked by a much larger
force.
Larra continued to hold her fire.
It was not yet time. By
now, the Russian soldiers had recovered from their shock and were beginning
to return fire. But without
Ulanov’s leadership, their fire was sporadic and
uncoordinated. They sprayed the
countryside in the general direction of Tabin’s fire, without having
any real effect. He continued
to change his position and shoot at any exposed
target. His shots seldom missed
if he was given anything to shoot at.
Tabin’s deadly shooting forced the Russians to
ground. They threw themselves
behind any solid object that provided
cover. Directly in front of Larra
a dozen men lay hidden behind a slight rise in the
ground. They were safe from Tabin,
but totally exposed to Larra.
Remembering Tabin’s teaching Larra drew a bead on the Russian
soldier farthest to the rear of the
others. She did not have to worry
about timing her shots, the Russians were throwing so much lead back at Tabin
that there was no chance that Larra’s single shot would be
heard.
Larra squeezed off her shot and hit the first Russian in the back of the
head. She then switched to the
Russian who was next closest to her.
By picking her targets in this way she could shoot each Russian without
alerting the others that they were under
fire. It was a trick that she
had learned from Tabin, and it was highly
effective. One after the other
Larra took out each of the Russians.
Not a single one of the soldiers realized that he was under fire until
her bullet tore through his skull.
Larra had no more targets in front of
her. Squirming forward on her
belly, she moved out of the willow grove to the spot that was occupied by
the dead bodies of the soldiers she had
killed. She was still uphill
of most of the Russians, and once she had gained the rise in the ground she
was presented with several more targets.
She took these out in the same
way. By now, the Russians realized
that fire was coming at them from more than one
direction. Leaderless, and with
many of their number dead, the Russians collapsed, scattering in all
directions. Larra and Tabin blazed
away, taking down a few more of the Russians as they broke from their
cover. They had achieved a complete
route. Those soldiers that could
mounted their horses and rode off as fast as
possible. The others fled on
foot, throwing away their weapons in order to run
faster. Within a few seconds
there were no more targets. Tabin
and Larra were masters of the
battlefield.
Larra and Tabin rose from their hiding
places. Carefully they closed
in on Ivanov’s moaning form.
He was the only one of the Russians that had been
wounded. As they approached,
Ivanov began to beg for mercy.
“Please don’t kill me!
Please! No!” He tried
to struggle to his feet, but with part of his backbone shot through, he was
unable to move his legs. One
hand still clutched his ruined penis and the other attempted to stop the
flow of blood from his abdominal wound.
“Give us the key to the handcuffs,” ordered
Larra, “and we will think
about it.”
Weeping in agony and fear, Ivanov groped in his jacket pocket and produced
the key. Quickly, Larra unlocked
the handcuffs and lay Jia Li on the
ground. The girl did not seem
to be conscious and her body was very
cold. She had been hanging in
the frigid below freezing air for some two
hours. “We have to get her
warm quickly,” said Larra.
Tabin picked the unconscious girl up and carried her over to the hut where
Ivanov had raped her. Inside
it was still warm. The heat from
the stove had not yet completely
dissipated. The stove still contained
a few hot coals, and within seconds, Tabin had blown these to life and fed
more wood into the stove. In
the meantime Larra had dressed Jia Li in some warm clothing taken from one
of the dead Russian soldiers. She
also covered her with blankets taken from the bedrolls that were fastened
to the saddles of the Russian horses that had not run away during the
battle.
While Larra tended to Jia Li, Tabin went outside to keep
watch. There was always the chance
that some of the Russians might return.
Outside Tabin found that Ivanov had attempted to crawl away, but he had not
gotten far before his injured body had given
out. He lay in a pool of blood,
moaning in pain. Tabin crossed
over to him. “Don’t
shoot me!” Ivanov begged.
Tabin considered for a few seconds and then decided that if Ivanov lived,
he would be punished worse than if he was put to
death. A quick sweep of the horizon
located no Russian soldiers. By
now the sun was low in the sky and it was getting
colder. The frigid temperatures
of night were not long off. Any
soldiers out in the wilds without shelter would be in severe
difficulty. Still, if they stayed
in the hut, they would be vulnerable to attack by any soldiers who did come
back. It would be much better
if they left the area as soon as Jia Li was able to
travel. Tabin kept watch until
Larra came out.
“She is sleeping, but I don’t think it would be wise to stay here
long,” said Larra echoing Tabin’s
thoughts.
He nodded. “I’ll keep
watch, you look after the girl.”
Larra went back inside. The
temperature in the hut was now quite
high. Larra had piled a huge
supply of fuel onto the fire. She
checked Jia Li’s temperature.
The girl seemed quite warm now.
In a short time it would be safe to move
her. She went
outside. “What about him?”
she said looking at Ivanov.
“His spine is severed, he has an abdominal wound, and he is missing
half his penis. I think we should
just leave him.”
Larra nodded. They had had their
revenge. She went back to Jia
Li. Inside the hut, the girl
was stirring. As she awoke, she
moaned, reliving some of her unfortunate
experience. Larra sat on the
cot next to her. Jia Li opened
her eyes. At first she just stared
around, uncomprehendingly, but then she saw Larra.
“It’s all right,”
said Larra, “the Russians have gone.”
Jia Li started to weep. Larra
held her tight. “You saved
me and I saved you. But now we
have to leave. There may be Russians
still around. Can you
move?”
Jia Li struggled up.
“I…I think so,” she said
faintly.
Larra helped Jia Li dress. In
a few minutes the young woman was ready, if still a little
unsteady. Outside, Tabin had
the horses ready. They mounted
quickly and were off.
They did not ride very far. Larra
was quite worn out from her experiences from the last few days, and Jia Li
was in no shape to ride at all.
They simply put a few miles between themselves and the site of the
battle and then camped for the night.
The next day they would try to put more distance between themselves
and the Russian base.
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