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

After enduring the humiliation of being paraded through the streets, Carly was taken to a makeshift execution ground set up by the Germans in the center of the city! This temporary German execution ground was heavily guarded. Soldiers armed with swords, bows, and crossbows stood around it, their expressions grim, like steel statues, constantly alert to any possible disturbance. In the center of the field, a makeshift execution platform was erected, with tables and chairs placed on it. Stacks of documents lay on the table, evidence of Carly's so-called "crimes."

Carly was escorted by eight burly German soldiers, securely bound and carried to the execution platform. Though pale, her figure remained erect, her eyes revealing an unyielding and stubborn spirit. She was naked, and though her body was covered in whip marks and blood, her once-valiant figure still shone through. Her long hair, matted to her cheeks by sweat and dust, could not conceal her resolute expression.

The judge, dressed in a neat military uniform, sat at the head of the judge's seat with a solemn expression. He cleared his throat and began to read out Carly's "crimes" in a resonant voice: "The defendant, Carly, a Roman three-star Paladin scout, repeatedly infiltrated our Germanic army's defenses to spy on military secrets. Your actions caused our army to suffer heavy losses in numerous operations, resulting in the deaths of numerous brave soldiers and the shattering of countless families. Furthermore, the intelligence you provided resulted in the destruction of the homes and property of our Germanic people, leaving them without a foundation for survival, displaced, and plunged into endless suffering."

The Inquisitor's voice echoed throughout the empty arena, each word like a hammer, hammering at the crowd's eardrums. Carly listened quietly, her eyes devoid of fear or regret. She knew everything she did was for her country and her people, fighting for justice.

"After careful deliberation by our military court, we believe that the defendant Carly's crimes are serious and of a bad nature, causing irreparable losses to our German army and civilians. According to our military law, the following verdict is now pronounced: The defendant Carly is guilty of intelligence gathering and endangering national security and the safety of people's lives and property, and is sentenced to death to be executed immediately!" As soon as the judge's voice fell, the whole audience fell silent, as if the air had frozen.

Carly raised her head slightly, a faint smile of contempt playing on her lips. Her gaze was as sharp as a torch, piercing through everything before her, staring straight at the distant sky. She knew her life was drawing to a close, but she felt no fear or regret.

She had given everything for her faith and mission, and her soul had long been integrated with Rome and the Great Zhou. In her heart, Rome and the Great Zhou were everything to her, and she was willing to devote her life to them.

Afterward, Carly was escorted to the guillotine in the center of the field. The guillotine stood tall, like a towering mountain, imbued with an unshakable majesty. The massive guillotine blade gleamed icy in the sunlight, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, sending a chill down your spine.

Civilians and soldiers crowded around, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. Some were whispering and discussing, while others stared intently at Carly, their eyes flickering with complex emotions. Carly's eyes, on the other hand, revealed a hint of despair and helplessness, but more so, a determination and unyielding spirit.

She was bound to the guillotine with ropes and shackles, unable to move. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her feet were firmly fixed to the ground. Her long hair cascaded down her back, fluttering gently in the breeze.

Carly's gaze swept across the crowd. She saw those comrades who had fought alongside her, their eyes filled with grief and reluctance. She saw the ordinary people, their faces filled with curiosity and awe. She also saw the enemies, their eyes filled with smugness and mockery.

However, Carly's heart remained calm. She knew her fate was sealed, but she did not regret her choice. She believed her sacrifice would bring peace and prosperity to both Rome and the Great Zhou.

At this moment, Carly's heart was filled with hope and longing for the future. She believed that Rome and the Great Zhou would become better places because of her sacrifice. Her soul would forever belong to Rome and the Great Zhou.

The executioner stepped steadily toward the guillotine. His eyes were as cold as ice, devoid of any mercy, as if Carly were merely a lamb to be slaughtered. He gently flicked the guillotine's trigger, and the massive blade slowly rose, flashing a cold light, as if announcing the arrival of death.

With a powerful push from the executioner, the guillotine descended with lightning speed, emitting a deafening roar. In an instant, Carly's head was mercilessly severed, soaring high into the air, tracing an arc before tumbling heavily over ten meters. Her head rolled on the ground like a lifeless doll, blood gushing from her neck like a fountain, forming a crimson column that cascaded down onto the ground beneath her feet like a fountain, instantly staining the ground a crimson crimson.

A wild cheer erupted from the crowd, their voices resounding like thunder, filled with applause and acclamation for Carly's death. The German general stood by, a satisfied smile on his face, one that revealed both cruelty and triumph. He knew this wasn't just a punishment for Carly, but a deterrent to all enemies. Anyone who dared to violate the Germans would face such a cruel punishment, a fate they couldn't escape.

The German officer strode onto the podium, his eyes coldly scanning the crowd below. His voice, like thunder, echoed across the square: "Today, we are witnessing the judgment of justice! This woman, Carly, attempted to infringe upon the interests of us Germans and betrayed our country and our people!"

His words resounded like thunder in the crowd's ears, filled with anger and majesty, filling them with fear and causing their bodies to tremble involuntarily. The officer's voice echoed in the air with an irresistible power, as if the entire world was under his control.

The officer's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, stared intently at Carly's body, as if he wanted to see through the lifeless shell to the sin deep within her heart. His voice grew deeper, yet more commanding: "Carly's actions are a betrayal of the German people and a trampling on the dignity of our nation! Her actions will never be tolerated!"

At this point, the officer paused, a subtle flicker of pity in his eyes. After all, he had once been Carly's client, had enjoyed her services, and to some extent, Carly was his woman. However, this flicker of pity was fleeting, and his expression quickly returned to its cold state.

"But," the officer's voice rang out again, resolute and cold, "her crime is unforgivable! She must pay the price for what she has done! And her fate will be the fate of all those who attempt to infringe upon the interests of the Germans!"

His words were like a verdict, chilling to the bone. Everyone present knew that Carly's fate was sealed, and anyone who challenged the Germans' authority would face the same fate.

The officer's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, revealing a confidence and pride. He straightened his body and continued, "We Germans are a brave and righteous people! Our ancestors forged our glory with blood and sweat. We will never allow anyone to disrupt our peace and tranquility! Anyone who dares to challenge us will be severely punished!"

The officer's declaration was like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of the people. A passionate cheer erupted from the crowd, cheering for the victory of justice and for Carly's fate. In that moment, they felt the strength and inviolability of the Germanic people.

Carly's blood shone brightly in the sunlight, as if proving to the world the power of justice. Her grievances and unwillingness were also released at this moment.

Carly's body slumped limply on the guillotine, forlorn and helpless. Thus ended the beautiful soldier's brief and tragic life. Her blood shone brightly in the sunlight, and the stress reaction from the severed head left a warm liquid between her thighs, the mark that seemed to speak of her injustice and unwillingness. However, her sacrifice did not earn her the sympathy of the German people or soldiers, but instead became a tool for them to celebrate their victory. Her death became a minor episode in the war, causing no ripples among the German people, only a topic of conversation and contempt. The details and process of her series of actions and her final insult became a source of constant discussion and boasting among the Germans.