The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Lin Yan's southern army was advancing through the southern woods. Lin Yan, leading a squad of soldiers, was at the forefront when the enemy suddenly appeared, and they immediately engaged. Lin Yan suddenly realized the enemy commander was among the commotion, so she rushed forward, determined to capture or kill him. Seeing her approach, the enemy commander turned and fled. After all, he had only just reached the Great Perfection of the Profound Realm, two levels lower than Lin Yan, and offered no resistance at all. Lin Yan pursued the enemy, who was gradually drifting away from her main force, deep into the dense forest. Suddenly, two ropes descended from the sky, enveloping Lin Yan in a massive net. She was once again trapped, as countless archers below rained crossbow and feather arrows down upon her. This time, she couldn't even defend herself, becoming a complete sitting duck. Even more devastating, a large crossbow bolt pierced his private parts, while other arrows and crossbows rained down upon her upper body. Lin Yan screamed in agony as the massive crossbow bolt pierced her private parts, blood streaming down her slender thighs. Her eyes widened in resentment, having never expected to be attacked again, even more severely than before. Blood gushed out of her mouth, unable to be contained. Her miserable appearance evoked pity, but misfortune did not stray from her. Other arrows and crossbows continued to pierce her delicate body, and her screams continued unabated. Soon, she was riddled with arrows, her entire body pierced with feathers and crossbow bolts, especially her chest and abdomen, which were bloody and mangled. She kept spitting blood, her face extremely pale, her hands limp and powerless, and her legs twitching constantly.

Lin Yan's body was tightly bound by the giant net, unable to break free. Her face was twisted, filled with pain and despair. The giant crossbow arrow mercilessly pierced her private parts, and blood flowed like a fountain down her slender thigh, staining the surrounding ground red.

Her eyes were wide open, bulging out of their sockets, filled with resentment and anger. Her lips trembled as she tried to utter a sound, but only a faint "ah" could come out. Blood gushed out of her mouth like a red fountain, unstoppable.

Her body trembled incessantly, each tremor bringing a piercing pain. Her screams echoed through the dense forest, chilling the very bones. Arrows and crossbow bolts rained down upon her, mercilessly piercing her delicate skin and leaving hideous wounds.

Her chest and abdomen were particularly horrific, stabbed to a bloody mess, barely recognizable. Blood gushed out, a stark contrast to her pale face. Her hands hung limply, as if they had lost all strength and could no longer be lifted.

Her legs twitched incessantly, as if in a final struggle. Yet, it was all in vain. Her life was slipping away bit by bit, and she was powerless to stop it. Her plight was unbearable to watch, filling one's heart with pity and grief.

Sadly, however, she was surrounded by Japanese generals and soldiers. Facing such a situation, she couldn't gain even a shred of pity or sympathy. On the contrary, her predicament was like a shot of stimulant in these people, instantly igniting the evil and twisted excitement deep within them and triggering a frenzied celebration.

Some even unabashedly launched into vicious abuse at Lin Yan: "Hmph! That damned flower girl, just die! Die, die!" These malicious cries pierced Lin Yan's heart like sharp swords, dealing an even heavier blow to her already fragile spirit. However, the Japanese were unconcerned, still immersed in their ugly, despicable atmosphere of merriment, completely disregarding the feelings of others.