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

In the storm of war, the battlefield, filled with smoke and blood, is like a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws, emitting a chilling aura. Under this suffocating pressure, a group of female soldiers, originally fragile but brave enough to wear three-point military uniforms, are undergoing an extremely cruel test of their souls.

Their psychological defenses were like a once impregnable castle, now crumbling under the erosion of time and the bombardment of artillery fire. When the final, fatal blow struck, the castle collapsed, reduced to ruins. Their defenses were like glass shattered by a sledgehammer, instantly shattering into countless fragments that scattered everywhere, never to be pieced together again.

Fear, like a ghost in the darkness, silently yet unstoppably devoured their hearts. Every cell 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. Their hearts beat like drums, pounding frantically in their chests. The endless darkness, like sticky ink, enveloped them tightly, leaving them with no glimmer of hope.

The desire to survive, like a raging fire, raged within them. This flame, fiery and fierce, represented humanity's most instinctive desire for survival. However, on this brutal battlefield, this flame could not dispel the dark clouds of fear. The thought of surrender, like an evil vine, grew wildly within them. Once, surrender was an option they dared not even consider, meaning betrayal, humiliation, and the desecration of their own beliefs. But now, in this desperate situation, this thought lingered in their ears like the whisper of a demon.

The hearts of most female soldiers were gripped by the thought of surrender. They were caught in a painful and difficult ideological struggle. Some, with a determined glint in their eyes, gripped their weapons tightly, their nails almost digging into the handles. They recalled the oath they had taken upon enlistment, the hopes of their families back home, and the comrades who had sacrificed their lives for justice. They told themselves that even if they died, they would die on the battlefield and never surrender to the enemy.

Some female soldiers, however, had eyes filled with confusion and fear. Their bodies trembled, tears welling in their eyes. They watched their comrades fall one by one, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet, and they feared they would be the next victim.

They began to doubt their persistence. What was the point of such perseverance? Was it really worth sacrificing their young and precious lives for a seemingly unattainable victory? After all, they were still young girls, many of them not even fifteen years old! According to the etiquette of the Great Zhou Dynasty, they were not yet adults!

However, these female soldiers were not from the Great Zhou, but from Rome. Western girls did mature earlier than Eastern girls, but even so, they were still just a group of children.

In this fierce ideological struggle, every female soldier felt as if they were in purgatory, undergoing a brutal torture of their souls. Surrendering meant giving up their dignity and beliefs, exchanging this humiliating means for temporary survival; while persevering meant bravely facing the threat of death and fighting desperately for that slim chance of survival.

This is undoubtedly an extremely difficult choice. There is no right or wrong. There is only deep inner struggle and endless pain.

Every female soldier's face, like a flower ravaged by a storm, was filled with pain and confusion. Their eyes revealed a deep struggle, as if desperately searching for a glimmer of light in the dark abyss. Some of the female soldiers bit their lips so hard that they had been bitten, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths. The bright red blood was like a torrent of despair, telling of the unspeakable pain in their hearts.

Some female soldiers had solemn expressions and tightly grasped their weapons, seemingly struggling in their hearts about whether to continue.

At this critical moment, a striking figure flashed across everyone's vision like a meteor - it was a young female soldier with a peerless beauty.

She looked no more than twelve years old, like a flower bud, tender and radiant with youth. However, on this cruel battlefield filled with blood and death, her petite figure seemed so out of place, as if she had strayed into this place from another world.

Despite her delicate appearance, her presence was like a ray of dazzling light, instantly drawing everyone's attention. People couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, but even more astonishing was her trembling voice.

"Everyone, surrender!" These words resounded like thunder in the ears of the female soldiers, echoing across the battlefield. The female soldiers, who had been hesitant at first, now had their defenses easily broken. They looked at each other, confusion and fear in their eyes.

Some of the female soldiers' hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and their tightly gripped weapons slowly loosened as if under a spell, as if the weapons had suddenly become a thousand pounds heavier, leaving them unable to hold on any longer. They leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to take a step forward, but seemed to be held tightly by an invisible force, unable to move no matter how hard they struggled.

Some female soldiers lowered their heads silently, tears welling in their eyes, but they fought hard to hold them back. Their lips trembled slightly, as if they had a thousand words to say, but their throats seemed blocked, and no sound came out.

Some female soldiers seemed to have had all their strength drained away, collapsing on the ground with empty eyes, as if they had lost their souls. Their bodies curled up into balls, their lips trembling, yet they could only utter faint, incoherent sounds, like candles in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

More and more female soldiers are beginning to lay down their weapons, which used to be their last line of defense to protect themselves, but now has become a burden they cannot bear.

Their eyes revealed despair and helplessness, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment. The weapons in their hands seemed to have become extremely heavy, and their fingers trembled slightly, as if they had given up resistance and were ready to hand their fate to the German army on the opposite wall, hoping only to avoid the same miserable end as Carly.