Desperate Counterattack (Student Campus Adult Novel)

Desperate counterattack

The manor was shrouded in a light morning mist. The gate of the manor was closed. A yellow dog was lazily lying on the stone steps in front of the gate. On the plaque on the door were inscribed four large characters "Baoliu Villa". A wisp of smoke rose up and finally disappeared in the mist.

"What's the situation?" Yan Beiyuan put down the telescope and asked softly.

"Reporting to Lord Jian, I followed the suspect here a few days ago and saw him enter the manor with my own eyes. I have been working non-stop these days and keeping an eye on the manor. A total of 26 people came in and out, including a woman. I observed their movements from afar and found that most of them had martial arts skills and were very careful when entering and leaving. It is very likely that this is the stronghold of the remnants of the evil. My martial arts skills are poor, so I dare not get close to observe, for fear of alarming the suspect." A man in gray answered in a low voice. He looked to be no more than 20 years old, with delicate features, but he looked quite tired and haggard. It was obvious that this day's watch had not been easy.

"You don't have to be so modest. Level 2 Dou Qi is already very good for your age. You handled this case very well. When this matter is over, you can follow me back to Bailu City to serve. What's your name?"

"I am Du Jian, the commander of Tongzhou's police department. Thank you, Lord Jian, for your appreciation."

Yan Beiyuan, Marquis of the Angry Sword, was the marshal of the northern legion of the Daliang Empire. He was truly a man second only to the emperor in Daliang. One year ago, he led the northern legion to defeat the empire's arch-enemy, the Cangyue Kingdom, and personally killed Yue Yintan, the number one master of the Yue Kingdom, at the foot of Bailu City. The emperor then named him the King of Cangyue and commanded the original Cangyue Kingdom, making him extremely powerful.

However, in the past year, Princess Yue Qingrou of Cangyue Kingdom has successfully organized an underground resistance force. Assassinations, riots, and burning and looting of military supplies have occurred one after another, causing Yan Beiyuan a lot of headaches. The rebels, led by Yue Qingrou, gathered a group of former Cangyue masters who hid in the dark and would strike and run away. It was difficult for ordinary small troops to resist, while the large group of soldiers and horses had no place to use their strength.

Yan Beiyuan tried to appease the people while suppressing the rebellion with force. He built a spy intelligence system and the Investigation Department, and made plans, ambushes, and encirclements. Gradually, he gained the upper hand, but the number of the ten bandit leaders on the wanted list has only decreased by two in a year, and only a few large bandit dens have been cleared.

This time, Du Jian discovered a bandit lair not far from Bailu City. Upon hearing the news, Yan Beiyuan personally led his 400 guards to the scene overnight.

"Reporting to Lord Jian, the siege of the village is over!" A warrior in full red armor came forward to report. It was Wei Qingyang, the leader of the four Iron Guards commanders.

"Go! Don't leave anybody behind!"

There were no horns, no war drums, no shouting. A hundred warriors in blue-gray armor followed Wei Qingyang and rushed straight to the village gate.

The four teams of Iron Guards arrived at the four sides of Baoliu Villa almost at the same time. The heavy hammer warriors started the attack directly. As an ordinary residential villa, the thin gate and wall collapsed instantly under the bombardment of the strong men. The Iron Guards turned into a blue-gray torrent and poured into the manor. Shouts, screams, and the sound of weapons colliding rang out in an instant, and the bloody massacre began.

Lan Feng only realized it when the Iron Guards launched the charge. She knew that this stronghold was finished and this might be her last battle. Gripping the sword handle tightly, Lan Feng suddenly found herself nervous, but besides being angry, she actually felt a sense of relief. Is it finally going to end? Ever since Yan Beiyuan led his army to attack Cangyue, Lan Feng had watched his relatives and comrades fall one after another. He had been fighting, dodging, and planning day after day. Lan Feng couldn't even remember when he last slept peacefully. Well, ending it like this was not a relief.

When he stepped out of the door, the Iron Guards had already rushed into the manor. The bright sword lights drew blood flowers everywhere. Facing the most elite warriors under Yan Beiyuan, the resistance of his own subordinates was really insignificant. The Iron Guards rushed straight at Lan Feng, slashed straight at the center with one sword, and slashed at the side with two swords, instantly blocking Lan Feng's face. Lan Feng could even clearly see the murderous intent in the opponent's eyes and the hideous smile on the corner of his mouth. A blue sword light lit up, and the next moment Lan Feng had rushed directly to the gate of the courtyard. A line of blood spurted from the throat of the Iron Guard behind him, and a broken hand holding a saber flew into the sky.

At that moment, Lan Feng rushed in from the middle, cut off the arm of the iron guard in the middle with one sword, and cut the throat of a famous iron guard with the next sword, leaving only a trail of blue afterimages behind him. Since you have surrounded me, I will fight my way out from the middle with dignity. At this moment, the heroic spirit of the leader of the Blood Moon Knights returned to Lan Feng's heart.

The azure sword light pounced into the blue-gray Iron Guards, and blood flashed instantly. The Iron Guards, who were invincible just now, were no match for them. In just a few breaths, Lan Feng had killed all the Iron Guards and approached the courtyard gate, with the corpses of the Iron Guards lying all the way behind him. At this time, a red cloud wrapped in a ray of brilliant light faced the azure sword light. There was a sound of metal clashing, and the blue and red figures flew backwards and separated.

"Wei Qingyang!"

"Blue Phoenix!"

As important generals of their respective forces, although this was the first time they fought each other, it was definitely not the first time they met. When seeing Tiewei, Lan Feng already knew who was leading the other team. Seeing Wei Qingyang at this moment was just to further confirm it. There is no hope this time, Lan Feng thought silently. Then she looked at her nose with her eyes, cared about her nose, exhaled with sincerity, and burst out with all her fighting spirit without any reservation. Her body and sword became one, turning into a blue lightning that stabbed towards Wei Qingyang.

The sword light was like a nimble blue dragon flying around Wei Qingyang, and the violent fighting spirit echoed around the two of them. None of the Iron Guards dared to approach. The sound of the two swords clashing was like a string of thunder. In a blink of an eye, the two had fought for more than twenty times, and Wei Qingyang had not fought back once. Lan Feng's attack was like a storm, so swift and fierce that Wei Qingyang only then experienced the strength of Captain Blood Moon himself.

The situation was precarious. Wei Qingyang suddenly roared, his eyes turned bloodshot, and the two swords intersected again. The blood-red and azure blue fighting spirits collided fiercely again, and the two figures flew backwards and separated again. Wei Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, and then fell directly a few feet away, unable to struggle. At this moment, Wei Qingyang did not hesitate to use a self-destructive and domineering method to suddenly increase his fighting spirit, and finally escaped from Lan Feng's sword force and saved his life.

Lan Feng retreated and advanced again, like a blue hurricane rolling back, but at this time the other two commanders Feng Chen and Guan Haishan had arrived, and they could barely hold back Lan Feng with their swords and knives, but Lan Feng's long sword was like a raging wind, a raging fire, thunder and lightning, and in a moment they killed the two men, leaving them helpless and crying out in pain.

"Come with me." Seeing that the iron guards had already entered the villa, Yan Beiyuan took Du Jian and walked towards Baoliu Villa.

"Yes, Lord Sword!"

"Sure enough, there is a big fish, Du Jian, you have made a great contribution!" Wei Qingyang's interception of Lan Feng's attack made Yan Beiyuan smile.

"It's all thanks to the cultivation of Sword Marquis!"

The next moment, Yan Beiyuan's tall figure suddenly turned into a yellow meteor and flew towards the villa.

"Hey!" Lan Feng exhaled and shouted, and thrust forward with her sword. In just over twenty moves, she had broken through Guan Haishan's defense. Although she had released her fighting spirit with all her strength, these short forty or fifty moves had already made her fighting spirit on the verge of exhaustion. But in this situation, being able to kill the opponent's general was already the greatest result she could pursue.

Feng Chen had just been forced back by Lan Feng's sword, and Guan Haishan was about to be defeated when a golden palm suddenly appeared in front of him. Lan Feng's sword, which was as powerful as thunder, suddenly stopped one foot in front of his eyes. The azure fighting spirit was like a mad wave, blasting countless waves on the golden rock, but it could not shake the rock at all. With a "ding" sound, the long sword that had accompanied Lan Feng for more than ten years could not withstand this great force and broke in the middle. The long sword with flashing fighting spirit piercing this palm looked no different from a toothpick piercing an iron plate.

Yan Beiyuan stretched out his left hand to block Lan Feng's full-strength thrust, and then he smiled at Lan Feng and said, "Captain Lan, don't fight so hard. I still have a lot of things to talk to you about."

A strange blush appeared on Lan Feng's face, which was pale due to severe exhaustion. Her full-strength sword was directly broken by Yan Beiyuan's brute force. The recoil force immediately caused her to suffer serious internal injuries. She had just suppressed a mouthful of blood when she saw Yan Beiyuan throwing a right fist at her, with golden fighting spirit light rushing towards her. Lan Feng tried her best to gather all her strength and hit back with her left fist, but that touch of blue fighting spirit was like soup poured on snow under the shining of golden light. She watched helplessly as the punch hit her chest, and the last bit of her strength dissipated. As she collapsed, her last thought was: "Is this the power of the Sanctuary?"

Noon, Bailu City, Jianhou Mansion, Yanyu Pavilion.

Yan Beiyuan sat upright on a tiger-skin chair, concentrating on tasting the cup of tea in his hand, slowly swallowing the fragrance and savoring the hint of sweetness after the slight bitterness dissipated, while Wei Qingyang stood solemnly behind him. A soft moan was heard, Yan Beiyuan put down the teacup in his hand and slowly raised his head.

Five steps in front of the case stood an iron frame, on which a woman was tied up in a spread-eagle position, with her hands and ankles firmly fixed with leather ropes. The woman was wearing a blue warrior uniform, her head lowered, her long black hair hanging down, and the moans were coming from this woman.

"Captain Lan, you're awake." Yan Beiyuan's voice was still gentle.

The woman slowly raised her head and her eyes gradually became clear. It was Lan Feng, the leader of the Cangyue Blood Moon Legion who was captured at Baoliu Villa.

"How do you feel, Captain Lan?"

"Shameless butcher, I, the Cang Yue soldier, wish I could eat your flesh alive. Now that I'm in your hands, you can kill me or chop me up. I'm not a hero if I frown!"

"Haha! Captain Lan, don't try to be a hero too early. Do you know where this is?" Yan Beiyuan still spoke in a leisurely tone. He looked carefully into Lan Feng's eyes, from which he saw the other party's fleeting panic. He said the answer with satisfaction, "Yes, Captain Lan is right. This is Yanyu Pavilion."

Yan Beiyuan is a martial arts master with great talent and strategy, well-known throughout the world. At the same time, although one of his hobbies is only spread behind the scenes, it is also known to everyone. Crushing female opponents has been Yan Beiyuan's supreme pleasure since his debut. There are even rumors that the main reason why the Angry Sword Marquis has been fighting for more than 20 years is to continuously satisfy his hobby. It is said that a close person once asked Yan Beiyuan to confirm this matter, and Yan Beiyuan actually acquiesced. The more outstanding and famous the woman is, the more excited Yan Beiyuan is. With the expeditions to the south and the north, the Nu Jianhou Mansion has moved to another location, but there must be a Yan Yu Pavilion in the mansion. This is where Yan Beiyuan practices tyranny, and it is a place that women all over the world tremble with fear.

"Captain Lan, are you ready to cooperate with me now?"

"Shameless bastard! You're just daydreaming!"

"Hehe, that's great. It's been a long time since a woman who excites me was brought here. Lan Feng, I hope you won't let me down!" Yan Beiyuan stared at Lan Feng, his words already carrying a hint of excitement. "Qing Yang, let's start!"

"Yes, Lord Sword!" Wei Qingyang stepped out in response, turned around and took a two-meter-long python whip from the whip rack in the corner, and came to Lan Feng. Yan Beiyuan brought him to Yanyu Pavilion today as a compliment to him. Seeing this beautiful opponent who had defeated him in twenty moves tied helplessly on the rack, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, Wei Qingyang felt a surge of desire rising from his lower abdomen, and couldn't wait to start his game.

The tip of the whip cut through the air, and after the sound was the snapping sound of the python whip touching flesh. Lan Feng's clothes were torn apart one by one, and then piece by piece were taken away by the whip. Every time the whip was lashed, a bleeding whip mark would be left on Lan Feng's smooth brown skin, and at the same time it would bring her a burning pain. But except for the first whip, Lan Feng only groaned halfway, and then she clenched her teeth tightly, letting the moan be muffled in her throat.

The rack stood in the middle of the room, and Wei Qingyang moved slowly around. His whipping skills were quite outstanding. After five whips, Lan Feng's trousers had already crossed to her ankles. After fifteen whips, only her two forearms still had sleeves left on her upper body. The whip moved on Lan Feng's body like a poisonous snake, leaving shocking blood marks. Lan Feng twisted her body helplessly and instinctively. Several times, the terrible snake kisses touched the soft peaks and mysterious valleys of the woman. Lan Feng would raise his head in pain and let out a painful groan.

"It's okay." Yan Beiyuan's gentle voice sounded, and the continuous pain stopped. Lan Feng's tense body relaxed and she breathed softly.

Angry Sword Marquis slowly stood up and walked in front of the woman. Lan Feng was tall, with a thin waist and long legs. She practiced martial arts day and night and there was not a trace of fat on her body. Although her breasts were not voluptuous, they were firm and upright, like two exquisite porcelain bowls turned upside down, with two cherries standing proudly. Although her body was covered with whip marks, her skin was delicate and shiny. However, upon closer inspection, many scars could be seen, but they were the commemorations of years of martial arts training and fighting. After carefully circling Lan Feng, Yan Beiyuan lifted up Lan Feng's face and asked, "Are you willing to tell me where Yue Qingrou is now?"

"Pah!" He spat a mouthful of blood on Yan Beiyuan's face. Wei Qingyang was furious and waved his python whip again, but was stopped: "Qingyang, this is a little gift from Captain Lan, how can I not accept it? If I really want to hide, it's not difficult."

"Since Captain Lan refuses to cooperate, let's continue. It's really exciting. But before that, let's make some records." Yan Beiyuan wiped off the blood and sputum and rubbed it on Lan Feng's breasts. He returned to the desk, picked up a file, opened it and read: "Lan Feng, female, 28 years old, leader of the Blood Moon Legion of Cang Yue Nation, good at using spears and swords, seventh level of Tianfeng Dou Qi... The information is really comprehensive, but the most important part still needs to be completed by me personally."

He put down the case file, picked up a measuring tape from the case, and held it in front of Lan Feng: "Wait until I measure all the dimensions of Captain Lan, and the information will be much more comprehensive. Then wait for Captain Lan to tell me all her secrets, and then it will be a truly complete file!"

"Sword Lord, your opinion is great!"

Lan Feng's face had already turned red, but unfortunately, apart from cursing the shameless man, she had no other choice. She also tried to gather her fighting spirit, but unfortunately, it disappeared without a trace. Although she was a child of the battlefield and had seen many bloody, cruel and even shameless scenes, and was not completely unprepared for falling into the hands of the enemy, when this humiliation came upon her, she only felt ashamed and angry.

Yan Beiyuan measured Lan Feng carefully, not only her breasts, hips, and waist, but also her head, arms, legs, hands, and feet. Only when he was satisfied did he measure her. While Wei Qingyang filled in the numbers on the file, Yan Beiyuan said, "I wonder how Captain Lan is doing after staying in my house for a while. If nothing else, I think her breasts will definitely get bigger!" After he finished speaking, he and Wei Qingyang laughed together.

"Alright! Now let's move on to the next part of the program. Qingyang, you and Captain Lan are acquainted with each other, so introduce yourself to Captain Lan!"

"Yes, Lord Sword!"

"Captain Lan, these things below are much more interesting than this python whip. We can proceed slowly."

Wei Qingyang picked up a wooden torture device from the corner of the wall, put it on Lan Feng's chest and gestured: "Look at this, this wooden yoke can clamp the two soft pieces of flesh on your chest, and then I will slowly tighten it, and your breast flesh will slowly squeeze out. Captain Lan has strong fighting spirit, I wonder if this pair of good flesh can withstand it? Oh, I forgot, you can no longer use fighting spirit. When it clamps here, we can use it to hang you up and let you swing here. Don't you think it's fun?" Wei Qingyang said as he squeezed Lan Feng's breasts hard, and the breast flesh squeezed out from between his fingers. Wei Qingyang let go, leaving five light blue claw marks: "Captain Lan's breasts are really elastic! I hope it can withstand it later."

Wei Qingyang turned around and picked up the slender copper stick again, "Do you know the function of this stick? It's not used to hit you, that's too boring. I will rub this stick into your anus, and then rub the lower end into the charcoal brazier. Think about it carefully, your asshole will slowly get hot, then bubbles will appear, and finally even burnt. The air is filled with the fragrance of your flesh. Imagine the feeling of defecating with such an ass! Haha! Beauty, the captain also needs to defecate!" While speaking, Wei Qingyang gently used the copper stick to stroke Lan Feng's jade gate.

Yan Beiyuan clearly saw the fear in Lan Feng's eyes, but she hadn't collapsed yet. This lovely game had just begun. Lan Feng's strength was the key to this game, and Lan Feng did not let him down.

"Shame on you! What's the point of torturing women like you? You will die a horrible death! You will have no children or grandchildren!" Lan Feng's only weapon now is cursing. Only in this way can she alleviate her fear. Those torture instruments almost make her collapse just thinking about them. This place is truly a hell for women.

"Haha, if you insist on doing this, the first one to die a miserable death and be childless will probably be Captain Lan. But, rest assured, Captain Lan, I usually won't let my toys be destroyed, so you are still a long way from death. As for descendants? Although Captain Lan has no offspring now, there is still a long time to live, right? It depends on who Captain Lan hopes to leave offspring for, haha! Let's officially start the game!"

A waning moon hung obliquely above the trees. From the quiet backyard of the Sword Marquis's mansion, one or two screams could be heard. A patrolling guard muttered to himself, "It seems that the Marquis is having a great time today. Hasn't he been this long in years?"

In the Yanyu Pavilion, Lan Feng's hands and feet were tied behind her back with four-hoofed horse handles, and a pair of breast shackles were tightly shackled on her breasts. Then she was hung in the air, swinging helplessly. After the tearing pain and howling in agony, she finally fainted again. Wei Qingyang loosened the ropes, and Lan Feng collapsed on the ground. Yan Beiyuan stepped forward to loosen the breast shackles, and Lan Feng's completely deformed breasts slowly regained their shape. Looking at the dark purple scars on her breasts, he reached out to check her pulse and smiled happily: "This Lan Feng is really tough! She can continue in another incense stick of time."

"Sword Lord hasn't been this happy in a long time."

Seeing the tears in the corners of Lan Feng's eyes and her lips bitten in pain, Yan Beiyuan couldn't help but reach out and touch her face, "Lan Feng, you really bring me so much happiness!"

Wei Qingyang tied Lan Feng to the rack again. This time, one of Lan Feng's legs was hung high, exposing her vulva clearly to everyone. Then a basin of cold water was poured on Lan Feng. With a groan, Lan Feng woke up again. She couldn't remember how many times this had happened. Pain came from all parts of her body. Although she was hung in a humiliating position, Lan Feng actually had no feeling about it. The only feeling she had was pain, all kinds of pain in all parts of her body. She really couldn't imagine how these two people could have so many punishments that could make people unable to live or die.

They first clamped her legs with a clamp, then pierced her fingers and toes with steel needles, and even cut off four of her nails with pliers. When she woke up from her coma, two pig bristles pierced her delicate buds. She didn't know how long they played with her, she almost felt like it was centuries long before they stopped the game. But at the end, they directly pierced two silver rings into her nipples. Then they poured water into her anus. She was hung upside down in a water tank. Every time before she suffocated, they would pull her up. She felt her lungs had ruptured. Then water was poured into her anus through a bamboo tube. This time it was pepper water. She wailed and passed out. When she woke up, the breast collar was clamped on her chest.

"How is it? Very satisfying, right? Captain Lan." Every time in this kind of scene, Yan Beiyuan was always willing to respectfully address these poor women by their titles, which could make him more excited.

Lan Feng was tied up very high this time, her chrysanthemum gate was right in front of Yan Beiyuan's chest, which allowed him to cultivate this sacred land more calmly. Lan Feng's skin color was darker, but the color of her labia was only light brown: "It seems that Prince Jing doesn't favor Captain Lan enough, and her anus has not been developed. Now my task is even more difficult!"

Lan Feng allowed him to insult her but she just kept silent.

, piercing her lips as she slid her tongue out, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and as Yan Beiyuan smeared a handful of coarse salt between her two holes, Lan Feng's muscles tensed up completely, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and the thick iron rack made a grinding-like sound, so that Wei Qingyang had the illusion that she would break free of her hands and feet, and howl in agony before she fainted again.

"Wash her clean!"

Wei Qingyang used a bamboo tube to pour clean water into Lan Feng's vagina and back door, then squeezed Lan Feng's abdomen, and feces and urine shot out like water arrows. After doing this several times, Wei Qingyang picked up a little liquid dripping from the chrysanthemum, sniffed it, and then said respectfully: "Sword Lord, it's completely clean, you can enjoy it!"

Lan Feng finally regained consciousness with the help of the basin of cold water. Wei Qingyang lifted up her other leg and lowered Lan Feng a little.

Yan Beiyuan could no longer suppress his excitement. His weapon was already raised high. As soon as it was ready, he thrust his spear into Lan Feng's vagina. Although Lan Feng was married, she had no children. She had been fighting for years and had not had much sex. Her vagina was like a virgin's. It had just been brutally ravaged, and was swollen inside and out, and unusually tight. Yan Beiyuan felt that he was tightly wrapped in something warm and soft. With every thrust, it was as if he was swallowing his penis again. A refreshing feeling rushed to his mind. Lan Feng closed her eyes tightly, not making a sound, but two lines of tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

After a while of conquest, Yan Beiyuan locked his sperm gate, came behind Lan Feng, and thrust hard into her anus. Poor Lan Feng had just suffered torture and it was her first time experiencing anal sex, so she screamed immediately. Yan Beiyuan reached out from behind her again, holding a cow-hair needle in each hand, and stabbed Lan Feng's breast with each thrust. Lan Feng's chest and buttocks were burning with pain, she wailed non-stop, and almost fainted, but she forced herself to stay focused. She had been tortured just for this moment, how could she fail at the last moment? It was unknown how many times Yan Beiyuan had thrust in and out, but Lan Feng's anus had already cracked, and blood and sweat were dripping all over the ground. Lan Feng persisted desperately, and suddenly Yan Beiyuan stopped behind her and grasped Lan Feng's breasts tightly with both hands, using such great force that he seemed to want to crush them, and the two cow-hair needles were completely inserted into her breasts.

While Lan Feng screamed loudly, she did not forget to put a little of her spiritual consciousness into her lower abdomen. A golden pill in her abdomen suddenly radiated a circle of golden light. Lan Feng's spiritual consciousness relaxed, "Princess, Lan Feng has finally fulfilled his loyalty!"

Yan Beiyuan was enjoying himself to the fullest, at the peak of pleasure, he had forgotten everything about himself, but a warning sign suddenly appeared. Decades of accumulated skills and experience from hundreds of fierce battles, before his mind could understand what was happening, his body had already shot backwards like a crossbow, and his fighting spirit erupted instantly. Almost at the same time, a golden light flashed in Lan Feng's lower abdomen, followed by a shocking noise. The whole Bailu City seemed to tremble, and the Yanyu Pavilion turned into ashes in an instant, leaving only a huge pit with a radius of one hundred feet.

A mile outside the Jian Hou Mansion, in a small attic, two figures stood up in response.

"It's done?! What a pity, Sister Lan Feng."

After a moment of silence, another voice rang out: "He's not dead! Go!"

The Sword Marquis's mansion was filled with the sounds of the iron guards running and shouting. King Cangyue and Marquis of Angry Sword Yan Beiyuan stood naked in front of the pit at the back palace, their golden fighting spirit slowly dissipating, "What a remnant of Cangyue, what a Lan Feng! This time I have learned a lesson", and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and they slowly sat down.