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

The dim valley was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder. The German army surged forward like a tide, tightly encircling Natasha and her female soldiers. The cries of killing, the clashing of weapons, and the cries of the wounded intertwined like a song of despair and sorrow.

Natasha held the blade, her hair drenched in sweat and plastered to her cheeks, but her gaze remained unwavering. She glanced around at her fellow soldiers, their strength gradually draining from the bloody battle. Her heart tightened. The enemy's attack intensified, the female soldiers' defenses gradually being squeezed. Every swing of the blade seemed labored, every resistance seemed to exhaust all her strength. The situation had reached a critical juncture.

"Sisters, fight them!" Natasha roared, her voice piercing the din of the battlefield. Brandishing her weapon, she charged into the enemy ranks, each strike laced with resolute force, sending sprays of blood splattering everywhere. However, the enemy was simply too numerous, wave after wave, seemingly endless. The female soldiers seemed so small and helpless surrounded by the enemy, and with each sister who fell, Natasha's heart was pierced.

Just as the situation grew increasingly critical, a sudden cry of killing erupted from the distance. Like a thunderclap in a gloomy sky, it shattered the hopeless silence. Natasha jerked her head up, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. From the back of the valley, a group of valiant female soldiers rushed in like divine troops, their flags rustling in the wind. It was the reinforcements led by Lina from Dexton City.

Lina, agile and graceful astride her warhorse, swung her longsword and shouted, "Sisters, kill!" The reinforcements rushed in from the back of the valley like a tiger, attacking the trapped female soldiers from both inside and outside. Unexpectedly, the German army fell into disarray. The once arrogant soldiers, now filled with terror, began to flee.

Natasha saw the reinforcements arrive, and hope ignited within her. Her eyes brightened, and she shouted, "Sisters, reinforcements are here! Let's fight our way out!" She led the remaining female soldiers, and together with the reinforcements, they bravely fought the enemy. The combined strength of both sides, like a surging torrent, overwhelmed the enemy's defenses.

On the battlefield, swords flashed, blood splattered. Natasha weaved through the enemy hordes, each movement clean and precise. Her blade slashed through the enemy's neck, splashing blood onto her face, but it didn't affect her fighting spirit in the slightest. Her eyes held only determination and resolve, and her heart held only one belief: to lead her sisters out of the encirclement.

Lina, unwilling to be outdone, charged into the enemy lines, engaging them in a desperate struggle. Her swordsmanship was sharp, and each strike brought down scores of enemies. Under her leadership, the morale of the reinforcements was boosted, and they fought with increasing courage.

Under the combined force of both sides, the German army gradually gave way and began to flee. Natasha and the female soldiers pursued them, their steps firm and powerful, as if to vent all the humiliation and anger they had felt along the way. The valley was left with the corpses of the enemy and the figures of those fleeing in panic.

Finally, Natasha and the other female soldiers broke free. Standing outside the valley, they gazed at the very spot that had once trapped them, their hearts awash with emotion. The sun shone on them, illuminating their tired yet resolute faces.

"Sisters, we succeeded!" Natasha cried out, her voice filled with joy and pride. The female soldiers hugged each other, tears welling in their eyes. This battle had tested their lives and proven their courage and strength.

In this battle, Natasha and her fellow female soldiers shed their blood and lives to demonstrate resilience and unyielding spirit. They welcomed light in despair and earned themselves hope for survival. And that valley will forever remember their heroic deeds.