Tang Lanyan's cheeks flushed a faint blush, but the rise and fall of her high, full breasts was unusually rapid. Even as she prepared to press forward and give the black man no chance to catch his breath, her jade-like feet staggered slightly, and a feeling of weakness, as if something had been drained from her body, washed over her.
In fact, the enemy's days-long encirclement and their ruthless methods of spraying defoliants and destroying the ecosystem had not been in vain.
Even a "steel body" unscathed by a hail of bullets is still a carbon-based life form; it needs to eat, drink, and metabolize.
Over the past few days, Tang Lanyan's physical strength had indeed reached its limit; otherwise, she wouldn't have given James the opportunity for such a despicable sneak attack. However, as the attack approached, her almost ingrained fighting instincts were quickly awakened, and at the critical moment, she adjusted her posture, finally managing to defend against the sneak attack.
Her already torn clothes, barely clinging to her body, were not spared and rendered useless in the violent explosion.
Adding to this, the shoes she had deliberately omitted for agility left her lithe and graceful body, like a female leopard, almost completely naked from head to toe.
Tang Lanyan took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes sparkling like stars. Even completely naked, she showed no shame or attempt to conceal herself. Forget about the embarrassment or apprehension of having her body exposed; even if a hundred men stood before her, her expression would remain unchanged.
It wasn't that she was unaware of the differences between men and women. In fact, she had countless times been between erect penises. Her team never made any distinction between men and women, and there was only one bathhouse.
Every time the captain went to bathe, the bathhouse was always packed. Faced with a body brimming with feminine allure, its lines like a mother leopard—a perfect blend of strength, maturity, and youth—his erections swelled, red, and hot… Every day, the bathhouse's drains would get clogged, filled with a sticky, white residue.
But for Lan Yan, the differences in male and female anatomy were irrelevant, merely a distinguishing symbol, like some people being stronger or smarter—nothing special.
As a pure warrior, if it weren't for… Zhi Ran and Xiao Dong's explicit objections, she would have even considered removing her full breasts. No matter how firm and full they were, these two firm, heavy mounds of snow-white flesh could never be developed into muscles that could be used as easily as her own arms.
Therefore, any large movements during the operation would inevitably cause the snow to sway and tumble like a rabbit, affecting efficiency...
However, unusually, Tang Lanyan ultimately backed down. The two people she cared about most strongly opposed the plan, leading to its abandonment. Later, she discovered that when she puffed out her chest, Xiao Dong's face would turn red, as if he had eaten both bitter and spicy food; that look always stirred an inexplicable ripple in her heart.
Over time, even she herself gradually stopped suggesting the idea.
If it would disappoint Xiao Dong, it was better to keep these two "burdens" in battle.
However, this way of thinking only applied to Li Dong and Zhao Ziran. When facing others, Lanyan remained like a brave and fearless Amazonian warrior, even more unconcerned about being naked than men.
Even after days of weakness and a sudden sneak attack, she still retaliated fiercely with an iron will. However, carbon-based life forms have their limits; the exhaustion from her previous strike had overdrawn her already depleted stamina, causing her to stagger slightly as she pressed her advantage.
James, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Strong as a bull, the energetic black man hadn't anticipated Tang Lanyan's swift and sharp counterattack, leaving him stunned and bewildered. Blood filled his mouth, and his mind went blank.
However, his powerful regenerative abilities allowed him to regain his mobility within a minute.
From the pit, his dark, strong limbs slowly rose, his muscles seemingly alive, shaking off the covering dirt.
"Pah..." James spat out a broken white tooth, his face contorted with humiliation, anger, astonishment, fear, and apprehension.
If Tang Lanyan hadn't pressed her attack, he would likely have been utterly defeated, perhaps even more miserably than before, because this time no one would have come to his rescue.
After all, Tang Lanyan was so weak; no one would believe that a strong black man couldn't defeat her.
James now finally understood that he could never be complacent or careless when facing Tang Lanyan, or he would end up teetering on the brink of death, just like before.
The title "War Queen," the "Amazonian Leopard," was no exaggeration, and far from adequate to describe the danger Tang Lanyan posed.
Even with deep-seated apprehension, the black man was still stunned by Tang Lanyan's appearance. Her naked body was more athletic and perfect than any woman he had ever seen who claimed to be fit and slender.
It wasn't muscular and bulging like a tomboy; her streamlined muscle lines were taut beneath her snow-white skin. No muscle was exaggeratedly prominent, yet it possessed a powerful, bowstring-like strength. Her waist was narrow and slender, yet it seemed entirely composed of large, tightly bound muscles, highlighting her power.
Then there were her muscular, rounded buttocks, her full, long thighs, and the delicate, moist vulva nestled between them. It was unimaginable how incredibly tight it would be when her slender waist twisted and her legs clamped around her buttocks.
And those enormous breasts, almost completely suspended, with only the lower edge slightly sagging, were enough to make one imagine their extreme tightness, smoothness, and elasticity. Would they push against one's chest?
A wave of lewd thoughts flashed through the black man's mind. His large penis, which shouldn't have reacted in this kind of battle, became burning hot and erect like a pestle.
Even his specially made combat uniform couldn't conceal the nearly ten-centimeter-high tent in his groin.
No, the defeated James wasn't blinded by lust. He forcibly suppressed the urge to pull down his pants, exposing his burning, swollen penis directly to the War Queen. After all, that wouldn't restrict her movements; it would only increase his own danger.
His priority now was survival.