A snow-white figure moved swiftly through the military camp. Her jet-black hair, tied into a neat ponytail with tree branches and stained with a few specks of mud, did nothing to detract from her flawless, snow-white body, moving with the agility of a female leopard.
Her naked breasts heaved, the full, honey-bellied mounds colliding against each other. Her large, round breasts were held up only by the strong, steel-like muscles of her shoulders and armpits, their lower edges heavy, yet the nipples stood proudly erect like new bamboo shoots.
These full, bell-shaped breasts, however, did not have a slanted teardrop shape at the top. Instead, they were full and firm, only slightly flatter than the lower edges. Whether viewed from the front or the side, they were impeccably perfect circles resting on her chest and ribs.
Their astonishing firmness made the collision of her breasts particularly powerful, rippling like soft waves, rising and falling, trying to return to their original shape.
But the mistress's movements were far too swift and agile, resulting in a dizzying display of breasts, two nipples bobbing amidst the snowy waves, their cherry-pink tenderness indescribably alluring.
However, what Tang Lanyan was doing chilled the heart. Amidst the swaying of her snow-white hair, armored vehicles, like steel behemoths, were either torn apart by artillery shells or engulfed in explosions. In truth, not a single soldier from either country attempted to stop her; they either abandoned their weapons and fled or knelt and begged for mercy.
Although they were among the few elite troops from Annam and northern Myanmar, their courage had long since vanished in the cycle of repeated encirclements and sweeps, ending in utter defeat.
Now, the "goddess of death" they had believed in stood before them, but instead, a powerful female warrior with a naked, lithe body like a female leopard.
Dazzled and unable to control themselves, they abandoned their last shred of resistance.
And Tang Lanyan paid no heed to these men; she never killed indiscriminately, nor was it a matter of personal preference. That was the code of conduct for a pure soldier: if someone pointed a gun at her, they were the enemy… She showed no mercy to the enemy, but these soldiers who had lost their will to fight could no longer be considered enemies.
Of course, Tang Lanyan didn't kill everyone who pointed a gun at her.
—In the army's bathhouse, she had been saluted countless times by guns, the battlefield a mess, ammunition spilled and clogging the drains.
Sometimes, her bare, white feet would even accidentally step on that "ammunition," but Tang Lanyan would only frown slightly at her comrades and subordinates… For those who went too far, she would use "education" to remind them of their duty as soldiers.
But she never changed her code of conduct: there should be no restrictions or distinctions between men and women beyond physiological differences.
Women could also be warriors of steel, not synonyms for weakness.
In her view, "avoiding suspicion" was simply a deliberate emphasis on gender distinctions. Rather than saying she was as defiant as a man, it would be more accurate to say she never truly cared about gender divisions.
Even when her subordinates went too far, her reprimands weren't out of a sense of offense, but rather like a alpha female leopard, upholding "discipline."
She was a woman who embodied purity to the fullest extent. Yes, Tang Lanyan never forgot her female identity, but before that, she was a pure warrior.
Therefore, when her perfectly rounded, high breasts became an obstacle in battle, she once considered removing these snow-white treasures.
However, due to the objections of Xiaodong and Zhiran, she chose to abandon the idea. Others probably couldn't imagine how difficult this decision was for Tang Lanyan; it was likely the first time she had compromised her principles.
All because Xiao Dong kept glancing at the snow-capped peaks, his expression a mixture of wanting to look but forcing himself to turn away, a blush rising on his face.
She couldn't bear to see Xiao Dong's distraught expression. With a soldier's keen intuition… if she really removed her firm, round breasts, Xiao Dong would definitely show that same expression.
Thinking of Xiao Dong, Tang Lanyan's face even showed a smile she herself didn't realize, startling the kneeling soldier before her.
That naked, beautiful Amazonian warrior, radiating an indescribable power, was actually smiling. Her womanly, diamond-shaped lips curved slightly, her pupils flickered, a beauty that took one's breath away.
She looked down at her own round, firm breasts. Although she didn't intend to remove them, they were still somewhat in the way.
She simply found an emergency medical kit, took out some white bandages, and wrapped them around her breasts, layer upon layer, from her armpits. Meanwhile, Zhao Hao had recovered from his shock.
Fear replaced his anxiety on his face. Tang Lanyan's appearance was completely unexpected, and he knew all too well how Tang Lanyan treated traitors like a harsh winter.
So Zhao Hao turned and fled without a word.
The two commanders from Annam and Northern Myanmar exchanged glances, then simultaneously looked at the screen showing the soldiers Tang Lanyan had spared. Their hearts completely relaxed.
They gave a bitter laugh and stood motionless, their hands hanging limply.
The black man, James, had also changed from his previous dazed state. He crawled out of the medical equipment like a dog, ignoring the severed tubes and splattered blood.
Although only a small portion of the military camp had been attacked, and it still retained considerable strength, they were terrified.
They were about to scatter like birds.
But then, Zhao Hao unexpectedly returned, much to the surprise of the two commanders, who had assumed he intended to escape.
In truth, Zhao Hao was terrified and indeed intended to flee.
However, this wasn't his first encounter with Tang Lanyan. In the jungle environment, escaping from her was impossible.
At the very least, he needed to hold out until reinforcements arrived, and he wasn't without a trump card.
"Hehe, you actually came back. Planning to die with me?" The black man, covered in blood and huddled on the ground like a worm, spoke these incoherently to Zhao Hao.
Fear had completely crushed the black man's spirit. Though cunning and ruthless, his mental resilience was extremely weak. His previous defeat had been sustained only by the desire for revenge—to capture Tang Lanyan and have his way with her.
Now, even that was impossible. His spirit had been overwhelmed by the pressure. Even if he were sent to an asylum now, no one would question it.
Zhao Hao was secretly pleased. He was also a military-level superhuman, belonging to the enhancement type, but not skilled in direct combat; instead, he was adept at psychological hypnosis.
He was also quite skilled in physical modification; he had saved James from serious injuries... However, he wasn't entirely innocent. While treating him, he had also slipped in some personal enhancements.
He implanted a capsule in James that could rapidly enhance his physical functions and unleash his full potential.
Once used, this black man would become a complete monster, a one-time use ability.
This was his trump card, but once activated, it would indiscriminately affect friend or foe. If it couldn't be used against Tang Lanyan, it wouldn't be very effective.
However, if used in conjunction with hypnosis... the only problem was that enhancement-type superhumans possessed extremely resilient mental strength, making it difficult for him to hypnotize James.
But things are different now. Under the immense pressure from Tang Lanyan, the black man's spirit has crumbled. Like an undefended house, no matter how grand it is, it cannot keep out intruders.
In fact, if used properly, turning defeat into victory might not even be a dream!