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

Some female soldiers began to talk in low voices, their voices trembling obviously, as if it was the fear and anxiety emanating from deep within their hearts.

"Carly died just like that. Will we have the same fate?" A female soldier's voice was tearful, and her eyes were full of despair and helplessness.

"War is too cruel. Can we survive?" Another female soldier's words were full of worries about the future. Her voice was trembling, as if the whole world was crumbling.

"Will we end up like Carly? Carly's kung fu is much better than mine, but she was brutally killed by the enemy. I won't have the same fate, will I? I can never go back to see my family again! Woo woo..." A female soldier with heavy makeup and a peerless face cried.

These words spread quickly among the crowd like a plague, and every female soldier was infected by this pessimistic mood. Their morale plummeted, and their once firm beliefs seemed to begin to waver at this moment.

The female soldiers' eyes were filled with fear and confusion, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, as fragile as leaves in the wind. Some were as pale as paper, their lips bloodless, as if the vitality of life had been drained from them. Others bit their lips tightly, trying to suppress their inner fear, but tears welled up in their eyes, threatening to burst like a flood. Others clenched their hands, their nails digging deep into their palms, as if trying to use the pain to mask the fear within, but the fear was unshakable.

In this oppressive atmosphere, some female soldiers couldn't help but sob quietly in private. They hugged each other tightly, as if they could find some solace in each other's warmth. However, their grief was like a surging tide, unable to be suppressed. Tears flowed continuously, soaking their clothes.

Some female soldiers began sobbing softly, their voices gradually growing louder, finally erupting into heart-wrenching wails. Their cries were filled with despair and helplessness, as if the entire world had collapsed at that moment. Others wept silently, tears streaming down their cheeks and dripping onto the ground, forming pools of water.

In an atmosphere shrouded in a dark cloud of fear and despair, the psychological defenses of some female soldiers finally crumbled, like glass shattered by a sledgehammer. Their hearts were consumed by endless fear, and their desire to survive made them consider surrender, an option they had once dared not even consider.

One of the female soldiers, her body shaking uncontrollably, her voice trembling with fear, spoke with difficulty, "Let's surrender. Perhaps the enemy will let us go." These words, like a flash of lightning, pierced the dark night sky and instantly resonated with the other female soldiers. They all nodded in agreement.

The German general, standing on the city wall, watched the emotions and state of the Roman female soldiers below from afar. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile of success. His sharp eyes, like a hawk's, closely watched the female soldiers' every move.

He saw fear and despair written all over the faces of the female soldiers. Some had even lost the will to fight, their eyes empty and lifeless, as if they had already accepted their fate of death. All of this was within his expectations, and he felt secretly proud, thinking that his carefully planned plan had already been half successful.

His gaze fell on the female soldier who had proposed surrender. She was filled with endless confusion and helplessness, like a lost lamb. Her once upright figure was now trembling slightly, like a candle in the wind, unable to bear the heavy pressure.

Furthermore, the other female soldiers all lowered their heads, silently weeping, as if they had accepted their fate and given up resistance. Their silence and sorrow, like an invisible weight, weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

Seeing this, the German general thought to himself: "These female soldiers have obviously lost their fighting spirit. As long as I put a little pressure on them, they will surely collapse." So he decisively gave orders, asking the soldiers to ruthlessly increase the power of the catapults. Dense arrows poured down on the female soldiers like raindrops, forming a net of death, leaving them nowhere to escape.

Beneath the city walls, the Roman women of the Great Zhou Dynasty could clearly hear the German soldiers' cries of killing and attack. The deafening sound was like a hammer, hammering down on their fragile hearts. Fear spread rapidly among the women like a plague. Some finally couldn't bear the immense pressure and screamed in terror. Some even collapsed to the ground as if all their strength had been drained away.

The already chaotic scene fell into an abyss of despair, as if the end of the world had come.