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

On the edge of this oppressive battlefield, the air seemed to have solidified into a heavy sheet of lead, making every breath difficult. A group of female soldiers were trapped in this desperate, cage-like situation, surrounded by dangers like giant beasts lurking in the darkness, ready to devour them at any moment.

The oppressive atmosphere was like an invisible net, tightly binding everyone's heart. Some female soldiers, unable to bear the immense pressure any longer, began to sob quietly in private. They hugged each other tightly, as if in this cold and cruel world, only the warmth of each other could offer them a faint comfort. That warm embrace, like a candlelight in the darkness, seemed so small and fragile in the face of the surging tide of grief. The tears flowed uncontrollably, soaking their clothes, and the soaked fabric seemed to carry their endless sorrow.

Some female soldiers, unable to suppress their inner grief any longer, began to sob softly. Their sobs, like the mournful cries of a lone goose in the night sky, carried an endless sense of desolation. As their grief grew, the sound grew louder, eventually becoming a heartbreaking wail. Their cries echoed in the silent, oppressive space, filled with despair and helplessness, as if the entire world had collapsed in that moment. Their dreams and hopes, shattered by this harsh reality, each cry was a cry against the injustice of fate and an indictment of the relentless war.

Some female soldiers chose to weep silently. They bit their lips, their eyes betraying a stubborn determination, but tears still slid down their cheeks, dripping onto the ground, forming pools of water. In the dim light, the water pools shimmered coldly, as if reflecting the shattered hearts of their soldiers. Perhaps they were clinging to a last shred of dignity, unwilling to expose their vulnerability before the crowd, but the pain within them was like a sharp knife, constantly cutting through their hearts.

Fear and despair surged like a black torrent, overwhelming the space. The female soldiers' eyes revealed a deep sense of helplessness and despair, as if abandoned by the world. Their bodies trembled slightly, like candles swaying in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Under this suffocating pressure, the psychological defenses of some female soldiers finally buckled, collapsing like a shaky castle. Like glass shattered by a sledgehammer, they instantly shattered into countless fragments, scattering everywhere, never to be pieced back together again.

Their hearts were devoured by endless fear, every cell was trembling, every nerve was tense. The desire to survive was like a blazing fire, raging in their hearts.

Their hearts seemed enveloped by an endless darkness, terror lingering like a shadow, penetrating every pore. Every cell in their body trembled, as if struck by an icy cold current, causing their bodies to shake uncontrollably. Every nerve was strained to the bone, as if ready to snap at any moment, and their hearts beat like drums, pounding frantically in their chests.

The desire to survive burned like a raging fire, raging within them. This flame, fierce and intense, couldn't dispel the fear. The thought of surrender raged within them. They began to consider the option they had once dared not contemplate—surrender. For a moment, the thought of surrender gripped most of the female soldiers, and they were caught in a mental struggle of surrender.

For these women soldiers, once so passionate and determined to defend their country, surrender was an incredibly difficult and arduous decision. It meant laying down their weapons, abandoning their dignity and convictions, and submitting to the enemy. Their hearts were filled with conflict and struggle, as if countless voices were arguing in their ears.

Tears welled up in the eyes of some female soldiers, but they fought hard to hold them back. They bit their lips, trying to mask the pain with fear. Others lowered their heads silently, their eyes hollow, as if they had lost their souls. Their hands were clenched tightly, their nails digging deep into their palms, yet they were oblivious.

In this life-or-death moment, the instinct for survival plunged them into a deep struggle. They didn't know what awaited them if they surrendered: mercy from the enemy or even more brutal torture. This unknown fear left them with a sense of inner agony, as if ants were gnawing at their hearts. They all began to dread their own fate: would they die miserably, humiliated, and without a trace of dignity, like Carly?