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

In those days filled with smoke and flames of war, a thrilling battle was fiercely unfolded in the quiet valley. The enemy approached silently like a ghost, their numbers so great that they seemed like endless darkness, shrouding the valley in the shadow of death.

The enemy surged forward like a surging tide, wave after wave, their momentum like a roaring beast, intent on devouring everything. Tightly surrounded, the female soldiers faced a desperate situation, like flowers swaying in a storm, yet they refused to retreat. These young women should have been enjoying the beauty of youth in a peaceful world, but the cruelty of war pushed them onto the battlefield of blood and fire.

The battle was brutal, the enemy's offensive as fierce as a raging storm. The women soldiers' resistance was moving, their frail bodies and unwavering resolve fighting the enemy to the death. Every swing of their swords, every shot, was filled with loyalty to their motherland and a yearning for freedom. But the enemy was too numerous. One after another, they fell under the onslaught, their blood flowing freely across the valley, staining the ground beneath their feet with a vibrant crimson, as if the earth were weeping for these brave warriors.

Yet, the remaining female soldiers refused to give up. Their eyes still shone with an unyielding light, a gleam like sharp swords, piercing the haze of war. This light embodied their longing for life, their unwavering determination for victory. In this crucial moment, Natasha became their anchor. She led the charge, a god of war on the battlefield. Her body was covered in wounds, blood trickling down her cheeks, etched in a grimace, yet her movements remained fierce. Each movement carried deadly force, each strike striking fear into the enemy's heart.

Natasha was fully aware of her responsibility. As the leader of this group of female soldiers, she was to lead them to a path of survival. A flame burned within her heart, a promise to her comrades and a commitment to her mission. She shouted out encouragement to her fellow soldiers, her voice a beacon in the darkness, illuminating the path forward for the women soldiers.

"Sisters, we can't die here! We must fight for our motherland and for freedom until the last moment!" Natasha's voice echoed in the valley, inspiring the fighting spirit of every female soldier.

The female soldiers followed Natasha closely, supporting and encouraging each other as they engaged the enemy in a final decisive battle. Their figures swayed in the flames of war, like burning torches, illuminating the valley shrouded in darkness.

The enemy's offensive intensified, but the women soldiers' resolve grew stronger. They dedicated their lives to a magnificent war song, a fearless song of heroic women, a cry of anger against the invaders. In this brutal battle, they might fail, perhaps even die, but their spirit will be forever etched in the long river of history, a monument to be admired by future generations.

Ultimately, under Natasha's leadership, the female soldiers broke through the enemy's encirclement and fought their way through. Carrying wounds and longing for their comrades, they marched toward the distant land. They knew the war was not over, their mission was not yet accomplished, but they would continue to fight for peace, for freedom, and for those who had sacrificed their lives in the war.

In that blood-red valley, the traces of these women soldiers' heroic battles and their indomitable spirits remain. Their stories will live on in our hearts forever, inspiring future generations to bravely forge ahead.

Just as the situation grew increasingly critical, a sudden roar of shouts and cries of battle erupted in the distance. It was the arrival of reinforcements led by Lina from Dexton City. Like a celestial force, they stormed in from the rear of the valley, attacking the trapped female soldiers from both inside and outside. Unexpectedly, the German army was thrown into disarray.

Seeing the reinforcements arrive, Natasha's heart ignited with hope. She led the remaining female soldiers and bravely fought alongside the reinforcements. Under the combined attack of both sides, the German army gradually overwhelmed and began to flee. Natasha and the female soldiers pursued them, finally breaking through the encirclement.

This ambush, luring the enemy deep into their territory, exacted a heavy toll on Natasha and her fellow soldiers. Many sisters fell in the valley, but their sacrifice was not in vain. With their blood, they defended the dignity of Dexton and demonstrated their tenacity and resilience to the Germans. Natasha knew the road ahead was long and many more challenges awaited her, but she firmly believed that as long as they remained steadfast in their faith and united as one, they would overcome all difficulties and safeguard the peace and tranquility of Dexton.