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

Arya's naked body lay lifeless on the wooden donkey cart, pushed by soldiers, slowly moving towards the city wall. Her body had suffered countless humiliations and injuries during the parade, and at this moment, her skin showed a pale and fragile color.

When the wooden donkey cart reached the city wall, the German marshal coldly directed the soldiers to lay Alia's naked body flat on the temporary rack erected on the city wall. Her body looked particularly helpless on the cold rack, as if she had lost all her dignity.

The four-star Paladin who had pierced Arya's throat clutched a four-meter-long spear, its tip flashing with a cold light. He approached Arya on the rack, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness and determination.

As he approached, Arya's body trembled slightly from his aura, as if she was fearfully awaiting the pain that was to come. The Paladin raised his spear, aimed at Arya's private parts, and without hesitation, thrust it in.

A female Roman scout from the Great Zhou Dynasty, Alia, was pierced by a spear, her lower body severely wounded. Blood flowed down the spear shaft, staining the ground beneath her red. The spear continued to pierce her throat mercilessly, exiting through her small mouth, as if announcing her death to the world.

The German marshal commanded his soldiers indifferently. They erected their spears outside the city wall, and Arya's naked body was hung high on the city wall. Her beautiful face looked so desolate at this moment, as if eroded by time and suffering.

Alia's pretty face is like a finely crafted work of art, captivating. Her skin is as white as snow, like mutton-fat jade, and her delicate texture shimmers faintly in the sunlight, as if emitting a charming charm.

Her face was defined by clear lines and smooth contours, like a masterpiece of nature. Beneath her high nose bridge, her lips were as bright as cherries, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, with a faint smile that captivated everyone.

Her eyebrows are curved like willow leaves, with a gently upward arc that is just right, adding a bit of agility and playfulness to her eyes. Her eyes are like deep lakes, revealing a hint of mysterious light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, inviting reverie.

Her cascading hair gently brushed against her cheeks, making her pretty face look even more poetic. The breeze blew by, and her hair fluttered in the wind, as if adding a touch of lively color to her beauty.

However, the paleness of her face now revealed an indescribable sadness. Her eyes, which should have been clear and bright, now became empty and lifeless, like a body without a soul.

Arya's long hair fell on both sides of her body like a golden waterfall, but it could not hide the hideous wounds. Each scar seemed to tell of the pain and torture she had endured, making it unbearable to look at.

The wind blew gently, ruffling Arya's hair. It danced wildly in the breeze, as if mourning her departure. Her body hung limply, swaying slightly, as if ready to fall at any moment. Her fingers curled slightly, as if she were trying to grasp something, but unable to do so.

The sunlight, like a golden veil, gently fell on her body, but it could not penetrate the icy frost. Her lips parted slightly, as if trying to utter a final sound, but only the small tongue sticking out of her lips and the tip of the gun piercing her mouth bore witness to her death!

On this silent city wall, Arya's figure seemed so small and fragile, like a fallen leaf that could be blown away at any moment. Her skin, lusterless in the sunlight, paled as if drained of its vitality. Once a powerful three-star paladin, possessing unparalleled power and glory, she was now so vulnerable to this cruel reality.

Her delicate naked body, exposed without reservation to the German gaze, became the target of their wanton humiliation. Hanging high on the city wall, her body teetered, as if ready to fall at any moment. Every breeze was like a sharp blade, mercilessly slicing through her skin, bringing waves of stinging pain. Her eyes were filled with the fear and despair of death. Her former fortitude and courage had long since vanished, replaced by deep pain and humiliation.

Alia, a female scout from the Roman Empire, was hung high on the city wall, her chest and back stained red with blood. Written in blood on her chest were the five characters "The fate of a bitch." The writing was so flamboyant and flamboyant, as if the author were a general with both military and civil skills. The blood that continuously flowed from her chest, intertwined with the five words, formed a horrifying scene.

On her pink back, carved with a sword were the nine characters: "Bitch Arya Died Here." The blade left deep marks on her back, each cut like a scar on her soul. The writer seemed filled with endless anger and hatred, using all his strength with each cut, causing the nine words to sink deeply into her skin.

As time went by, the blood gradually dried, and the five and nine words became more and more hideous and terrifying. They seemed to be telling the world about Arya's tragic fate, which made people sigh.

She had fought for justice and her beliefs, yet now she had met her end. Her soul must have been filled with remorse and resentment, yet she felt powerless to change it. Amidst endless humiliation, her naked body still dripped blood from her thighs, the marks of having been stabbed and inscribed.

The soldiers on the city wall watched all this with indifference, their eyes devoid of any pity or sympathy. Arya's naked body became a symbol of their victory and a deterrent to the enemy. They used this as a warning and a way to flaunt their victory, undermining the morale of the Roman female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They feared engaging the Germanic army, as the female soldiers killed or captured had all suffered the same fate as Arya!

Marshal Germanicus wanted to completely intimidate the women of the Roman army of the Great Zhou Dynasty, to teach them the consequences of opposing the Germanic army. His humiliation of Arya's naked corpse was intended to intimidate these young women, many of whom were still underage girls. (Although considered mature in this era, many had not yet reached the age of marriage. Author's note) Because Western girls mature earlier than Eastern girls, are taller, and enter the ranks of Paladins earlier, many Roman and Arab female warriors joined the military at a young age. After all, many families could not afford to keep their daughters home for long periods of time, as they needed to earn a living. In these circumstances, and with the large-scale recruitment of female soldiers in regions like the Great Zhou Dynasty and Rome, joining the military was the best option. It offered both salary and the potential for greater wealth and status through meritorious service. In this era of female advancement, families were eager for their daughters to excel and supported them in joining the military.