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

On the edge of the battlefield filled with smoke and despair, a group of female soldiers are experiencing the darkest moment of their lives.

Other female soldiers silently bowed their heads, tears welling in their eyes, yet they fought hard to hold them back. They had once embarked on this land, filled with loyalty to their country and a longing for peace. But now, the harsh reality, like a sharp blade, pierced every nerve in their bodies. Their lips trembled slightly, as if they had a thousand words to say, but something seemed to block their throats, preventing a single sound from emanating. Perhaps they wanted to express the cruelty of war, to complain about the injustice of fate, to call out the names of distant loved ones for some solace, but in this dead silence and despair of the battlefield, all words seemed so pale and powerless.

Some female soldiers, as if drained of all their strength, collapsed to the ground, their eyes hollow, as if they had lost their souls. Their once bright eyes were now dim, reflecting Carly's tragic fate, the countless fallen comrades, and a despair with no end in sight. Their bodies curled up in a ball, their lips trembling, yet only a few faint, incoherent sounds emanated, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Each faint whisper expressed a longing for life and a fear of death.

More and more female soldiers began to lay down their weapons. What had once been their last line of defense had now become an unbearable burden. These weapons had given them courage in countless perilous moments, allowing them to hold their ground amidst hail of bullets. But now, facing the German army threatening them from the city walls, the weapons in their hands felt like an immense weight.

Each time they lifted it, it felt like they were carrying the guilt and pain of the entire war. The cold metal felt like a scorching iron, burning their palms. Their fingers trembled slightly, like candles flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. That trembling wasn't just a physical reaction; it was a deep, inner struggle of fear and despair.

Their eyes revealed despair and helplessness, as if the entire world had collapsed at that moment. Their once bright eyes were now shrouded in endless darkness, devoid of their former brilliance. Tears welled up in their eyes, but they stubbornly refused to fall, as if that was their last bit of dignity. They stared silently into the distance, a land engulfed in war, the very place they had once fought for.

In the torrent of war, they were like helpless duckweed, at the mercy of fate. Their figures seemed so small in the wind, as if they would be blown away at any moment. Their steps stumbled, as if they had lost their direction, not knowing where to go.

Carly's death was the straw that broke the camel's back, shattering their last shred of hope. Carly's once vibrant face was now pale and twisted, her eyes filled with fear and despair. Her body lay in a pool of blood, the vibrant crimson stinging every female soldier's eyes. That scene haunted them like a nightmare, unable to escape.

They stood there, as still as statues, as if time had frozen in that moment. The world around them gradually blurred, leaving only the heavy weapons and Carly's horrific death, swirling and flashing in their minds like a nightmare.

War, this cruel demon, has mercilessly taken away too many innocent lives. And these brave female soldiers may be the next victims of war.

In this war-ravaged land, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air like a heavy curtain, shrouding the entire world in gloom and despair. Beneath the walls of Germania, these Roman women soldiers of the Great Zhou once clutched their weapons like valiant warriors, fearlessly advancing through the hail of spears and arrows. Their eyes gleamed with determination and resolve. For the sake of their beliefs, to protect their beloved homeland, they never flinched.

Yet, as the din of battle subsided, and they finally laid down the weapons that had once given them strength and courage, they found themselves in a cold and cruel abyss. Even the most basic right to survive, in this devastated land, seemed so far away. They shivered in the cold wind, not just from physical exhaustion and pain, but also from the endless sadness and helplessness deep within their hearts.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Perhaps they were bowing to fate, reluctantly choosing compromise. The long battle had left them exhausted. The fallen comrades and the collapse of their homes had left them feeling powerless to fight any longer. Their eyes revealed a hint of confusion and despair, like deer lost in a dark forest, unable to find their way forward. But more than that, it was probably a silent protest against this war. Deep in their hearts, they yearned for peace and a better life.

They knew full well that war brought far more than just superficial victory or defeat. It shattered countless families, their once-warm homes reduced to rubble, their loved ones torn apart by the iron hoof of war. Every night of loss was a tangle of tears and pain. The wounds in their hearts, like deep ravines, could never heal. The terrified eyes of children and the helpless sighs of the elderly were like sharp blades, piercing their hearts.

In the distance, the flames of war still raged, the dancing flames like the grim grin of a demon of war. Atop the city walls, the German army let out waves of arrogant shouts, their voices echoing across the empty battlefield, filled with mockery and triumph. And the women soldiers, having laid down their weapons, sat silently, their bodies small yet incredibly resilient. They said nothing, offered no resistance, and simply waited silently for their unknown fate.

Their silence is the most powerful indictment of war. In this world rife with violence and bloodshed, they express their longing for peace in their own way. Their eyes reveal memories of past battles and uncertainty about the future. Perhaps, deep down, they already foresee their impending fate, yet they choose to face it calmly.

Time seemed to lose its meaning at this moment, each minute and every second dragging on like an infinity of seconds. The figures of the female soldiers, cast against the backdrop of the flames of war, appeared singularly lonely and desolate. Yet, their spirits, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, faint yet radiant. They were victims of war, but also messengers of peace. Their experiences will be forever etched on this land, a wake-up call for people to reflect on war and pursue peace.

Perhaps, their stories will be buried in the dust of history with the end of this war, but the pain and struggle they experienced in desperate situations are like a mirror, reflecting the ugliness of war and the fragility of human nature!