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

Having ascended to the Celestial Realm, Yu Shanshan was like a god of war descending upon the earth, emanating a chilling aura. She sat steadily atop a majestic warhorse, tightly gripping the greatsword she'd received as a reward for her rebirth. The sword gleamed with a cold light, seemingly capable of severing all obstacles.

With a roar, Yu Shanshan swung her mighty sword fiercely, sweeping towards the enemy like a whirlwind. Blood splattered everywhere the blade passed, and heads fell like ripe fruit, hundreds in the blink of an eye. Such terrifying destructive power terrified the enemy, and they began to retreat, trying to avoid Yu Shanshan's sharp edge.

However, how could Yu Shanshan let these enemies go so easily? She led her five thousand elite cavalry, charging forward like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable and fierce. The sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky, raising clouds of dust, and the entire battlefield was enveloped by this powerful momentum.

Facing a barrage of arrows and crossbow bolts, Yu Shanshan showed no fear. With a simple swing of her mighty sword, the once lethal arrows were instantly shattered like fragile straws by the sword's energy, dispersing into the air in a cloud of dust. Behind her, the cavalrymen followed closely behind, valiantly killing the enemy, sparing no one who fled.

Under Yu Shanshan's valiant charge, the Arab army, boasting a force of a hundred thousand, was rendered powerless. In a matter of moments, the vast army was shattered and routed by Yu Shanshan and her five thousand cavalry. The battlefield was littered with corpses and the groaning pain of the wounded. The once-mighty Arab soldiers had become mere lambs to the slaughter.

Yu Shanshan stared at the Arab army ahead with a piercing gaze, her heart burning with rage, determined to crush their resistance completely. The immense sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, as if it could sever all obstacles in the world.

She flashed, charging at the enemy like a ghost. Each swing of her greatsword carried the force of thunder, whistling down upon the war equipment. With a resounding "crack," a catapult was instantly cleaved in two, sending wood chips and parts tumbling everywhere. Another blow brought a towering siege ladder crashing down with a dull thud.

Behind Shanshan, the cavalry she led surged like a surging tide, unstoppable in their pursuit of the fleeing Arab soldiers. The clatter of their hooves resounded through the air, stirring up clouds of dust. Each of these cavalrymen was fearless and valiant, their spears and scimitars flying high and low, reaping the lives of their enemies with reckless abandon.

The soldiers of the Arab Empire were terrified. They had never witnessed such a ferocious attack before, and their once orderly formation had already collapsed. Some tried to resist, but they seemed powerless in the face of such a powerful opponent. Many chose to flee, but no matter how hard they ran, they could not escape the pursuit of Yu Shanshan and her men.

On the battlefield, shouts and screams echoed one after another, interweaving into a terrifying symphony. The 100,000-strong Arab army was now in complete disarray, armor scattered to the ground, and flags tilted and fell. Some cried for mercy, while others collapsed to the ground, trembling, completely losing the courage to fight.

Yu Shanshan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the thrill of revenge burned fiercely in her heart like a prairie fire. The scene of the former marshal of the Arab Empire, who had cunningly plotted against her and humiliated her by any means, was still as clear as yesterday, every detail deeply etched in her memory.

At that time, she was isolated and helpless, and could only silently endure the various atrocities inflicted on her. And when she finally died unjustly and humiliated, those people even spared her body and wantonly insulted it. These horrific scenes played repeatedly in her mind like an endless nightmare.

However, fate ultimately favored this woman who had endured so much hardship. Today, Yu Shanshan has been transformed, possessing the strength and courage to face her former enemies. She vows to reclaim all the humiliation she has endured, bit by bit!

At this moment, she clutched the razor-sharp sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if echoing the surging hatred within her heart. She would dye the land red with the blood of her enemies, and use their agonized cries to soothe her already broken heart. She would make these evildoers pay an unimaginable price for their past actions, and forever remember the sins they had committed against her!

Yu Shanshan rode a snow-white, swift-footed steed, clutching a gleaming spear. Behind her followed less than five thousand elite cavalrymen. They swept past like a whirlwind, pursuing the endless, densely packed enemy force of one hundred thousand ahead.

Yu Shanshan led the charge, charging into the enemy lines, her spear whirling up and down, each swing drawing a trail of blood and screams. Her figure was as swift as lightning, crushing the enemy wherever she passed, unable to withstand her fierce attack. The cavalrymen following behind her were no less fearless, each one fighting bravely and engaging in a fierce battle.

As time went by, the battlefield was littered with corpses, and the ground was dyed red with blood. However, the number of enemies killed by Yu Shanshan herself had exceeded 20,000, and this astonishing record shocked everyone.

At that moment, Liu Jing, who had arrived to provide support, spotted Yu Shanshan from afar, ravaging the battlefield. Seeing her once-familiar sister become so formidable and invincible, Liu Jing felt a surge of emotion. They had fought side by side in the past, but who could have imagined that Yu Shanshan would blossom into a top-tier expert, possessing such immense power?

Liu Jing knew all too well the countless humiliations and hardships Yu Shanshan had endured in the past. Those painful memories weighed like a heavy yoke, constantly restraining her progress. Yet, at this moment, as she witnessed firsthand how Yu Shanshan had finally gained the strength to avenge her past and wash away the shame, she couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of relief.

Liu Jing firmly believed that the dignity and honor that originally belonged to Yu Shanshan would eventually be recaptured through her own unremitting struggle and hard work. This belief was like a burning flame, illuminating Liu Jing's expectations for Shanshan's future.

As expected, after Yu Shanshan regained her former prowess, she led her five thousand elite cavalrymen and charged like an unstoppable torrent against the one hundred thousand Arab soldiers. Faced with the onslaught of Yu Shanshan's army, the Arab soldiers were thrown into disarray, fleeing in terror. Their once orderly formation was instantly shattered, leaving them powerless to fight back, completely reduced to lambs to the slaughter.

Yu Shanshan led the charge, wielding her razor-sharp sword. Each swing drew a trail of blood, reaping the lives of her enemies. Her five thousand cavalrymen were also exceptionally brave, following closely behind her, relentlessly pursuing the fleeing Arab soldiers. For a moment, shouts of killing and screams echoed throughout the battlefield.

Ultimately, the battle ended in complete victory for Yu Shanshan's side. The 100,000 Arab soldiers were nearly annihilated, with only a handful of those who survived surrendering. But Yu Shanshan showed no mercy, dispatching the remaining defeated troops one by one with a single blow. Thus, this remarkable female general had once again achieved an awe-inspiring miracle—defeating a 100,000-strong enemy force with a mere 5,000 men!

After the regent prince of the Arab Empire learned about Yu Shanshan's record of defeating 100,000 with only 5,000 men, he came up with another vicious plan. After all, he still had an army of 700,000 to 800,000 men, so another conspiracy against Yu Shanshan began!