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

After Natasha and Alia captured the city, they quickly slaughtered all the German soldiers and civilians in the city. After all, Alia's parade and being raped in the street by soldiers and civilians had violated the bottom line of the female soldiers. Such soldiers and civilians did not deserve to live even if they surrendered, so Natasha gave an order, and all the female soldiers waved their swords, beheading and executing all the German soldiers and civilians one by one, even the elderly, women and children. After all, almost everyone participated in the attack on Alia's naked corpse. The only ones who survived were the little girl and her mother. Alia knew that this little girl was the only German in this city who gave her the last mercy. Alia also arranged for people to send them to the town controlled by the Roman female soldiers of Da Zhou in the Roman Empire, and divided fields and livelihoods for them, so that they could live peacefully in a peaceful environment.

In the war-torn European continent, the land of the Germanic Empire is filled with smoke and blood. Natasha and Alia lead the Roman female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, like goddesses of vengeance, galloping across this war-torn land.

On this day, they finally captured a Germanic city. The gates were breached amidst deafening cries of battle, and the female soldiers poured into the city like a tide. Arya's fate had become a scar that would never fade from the hearts of these women. Paraded through the streets, she was assaulted by both soldiers and civilians, ultimately dying a gruesome death. This atrocity, like a poisonous sting, pierced the hearts of each of these women, fueling their quest for revenge.

Natasha stood in the middle of the city street, her eyes cold and resolute. She knew that almost everyone in the city, soldiers and civilians alike, had participated in the atrocities against Arya. Under the rules of war, such harm had already violated the bottom line for female soldiers. So, she gave the order, a clear, murderous voice echoing through the air: "Kill!"

For a moment, the swords gleamed with a cold light, a cruel glint in the sunlight. The female soldiers, brandishing their weapons, charged at the German soldiers and civilians. The streets immediately became a river of blood, and screams and wails echoed. Elders, women, and children were not spared in this storm of vengeance. Their lives were snatched away as easily as ants, and their blood stained the ground beneath their feet.

However, amidst the carnage, Arya noticed a little girl and her mother. They were the only people who showed her compassion when the German Marshal's corpse was paraded through the streets. The kindness and pity in the little girl's eyes, and her tender voice, "She's a human being too! She looks so pitiful!", were a faint yet warm light in Arya's darkest moment. Although Arya had died at that moment, her soul and memories, having reached the realm of a three-star Paladin, still bear the mark of the little girl's tender voice. Although Arya's hatred for other Germans spread, the glimmer of humanity in her heart remained. Although the mother had declared her an enemy, Arya's compassion for the little girl and her mother led her to spare her mother. After all, the little girl needed her mother to survive, so leaving the little girl's mother behind meant she was the one who stayed to care for her. This also eliminated any animosity between them, ensuring that even if the little girl grew up to become a Paladin, they would not become enemies.

She paused, commanding her soldiers to bring the little girl and her mother to her. Gazing upon the terrified mother and daughter, Arya's eyes gradually softened. She knew that not everyone in this maelstrom of war was unforgivable. The little girl's compassion became her salvation.

Alia arranged for the mother and daughter to be transported to a town controlled by the Roman female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There, they were allocated land and a business to make a living. The sun shone on that peaceful land, and the little girl and her mother could finally live in peace. Although the people around them were wary of their identities, seeing the arrangements made by Alia, a majestic female commander, they did not make too many difficulties.

This war has claimed countless lives and reduced cities to ruin. But in this land of blood and hatred, Arya's compassion, like a spring in the desert, brings a glimmer of hope. War can destroy everything, but the kindness and tolerance in human nature, like a spark, may illuminate the path to the future amidst the darkness.

Three years later, under Arya's meticulous care and guidance, the little girl blossomed into a graceful young lady, resembling a peerless fairy. Her delicate face was as white as porcelain, her skin radiant with a soft sheen, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her large, bright eyes were filled with determination and kindness. She also took a name similar to Arya's: Emilia, but using the character "Li" instead of "Li" to distinguish her.

She always remembered Arya's kindness and spread kindness and love in her own way. Through her talent and hard work, she reached the level of a one-star paladin at the age of eight, becoming a legend among the girls around her. She approached Arya and asked to join the army, to fight alongside her. Arya gladly accepted her and placed her in the women's cavalry unit.

After countless battles, Emilia bravely led the charge during a fierce battle to scale the city walls. She wore a half-cup leather breastplate and bikini-style briefs, the entire suit gleaming with silver light, like a dazzling star. However, enemy crossbow bolts rained down, one mercilessly piercing her throat. Immediately afterwards, four or five spears pierced her chest like venomous snakes, instantly piercing her.

Carrying the deadly crossbow bolt and the spears, Emilia fell heavily from the over ten-meter-high city wall to the hard ground outside. Her body twisted and deformed in the impact, and the half-cup leather breastplate was stained crimson with blood, which gushed out from the wound like a fountain.

Her beautiful face now seemed especially poignant. Her makeup remained delicate, yet it couldn't conceal the shadow of death. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but only a faint breath emanated. Her legs twitched twice before they stopped moving. The warm liquid flowing between her legs seemed to be the last trace of her life.

Emilia lay quietly on the cold ground, her bravery and fearlessness frozen in time. Her story will be forever remembered, becoming a legend in the Great Zhou's conquests.

The city, once ravaged by war, gradually recovered over the years. The Roman women soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty escorted a large number of Roman immigrants, quickly restoring the city to life. The mottled walls and remaining bloodstains seemed to speak of the cruelty of war and the glory of humanity.