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

At the foot of the city wall, Emilia's fellow female soldiers looked at her body lying at the foot of the city wall, and couldn't help but recall her heroic figure when she bravely climbed the city wall.

On the city walls, the enemy roared frantically, their arrows and spears raining down with deadly force. Amidst this barrage of steel, Emilia, the fearless warrior, her eyes blazing with determination, led her comrades in a relentless climb up the steep walls. Her blade gleamed with a cold gleam, slicing through any obstacle that stood in her way, each swing carrying the resolve of a desperate struggle.

Her figure was agile and flexible, like a nimble cheetah, swiftly shuttling between life and death. Every step was filled with strength and determination, and her figure loomed in the blood-red dusk, like a flash of lightning streaking through the night sky.

Finally, with astonishing speed, she was the first to scale the battlements. Her silver, half-cup leather breastplate gleamed with dazzling brilliance in the setting sun. However, what awaited her was not the joy of victory, but a ferocious enemy force. They stood densely packed on the wall, spears in their hands like a forest, instantly thrusting at her.

Facing this sudden attack, Emilia showed no fear. She swiftly brandished her blade, engaging the enemy like a whirlwind in a desperate struggle. Each of her strikes carried immense force, pushing back each enemy, and the splash of blood blossomed into cruel flowers in the air.

However, the enemy was too numerous, pouring in like a tide. Despite her best efforts, Emilia gradually fell into trouble. Several spears stabbed from different directions, and although she tried her best to dodge, she could not completely avoid them. Blood splattered from her body, instantly staining her silver leather breastplate a dark red.

Each thrust of the spear was accompanied by excruciating pain, as if it would tear her body apart. But she gritted her teeth, never releasing her weapon, and continued to fiercely fight the enemy. There was no trace of retreat in her eyes, only endless tenacity and indomitable will.

As she fought bloody battle, suddenly, a cry of surprise rose from the crowd. Her heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding washed over her. Before she could react, a massive crossbow bolt, like a streak of black lightning, whizzed towards her at astonishing speed.

The crossbow arrow traced a black arc through the air, shooting straight towards her with fierce momentum. She widened her eyes, trying to dodge, but it was too late. Like the Grim Reaper's scythe, the crossbow bolt pierced her throat mercilessly.

Instantly, a sharp pain hit her, and her throat felt as if it was torn apart. She wanted to scream, but found that her voice was stuck in her throat, and she could only make a muffled groan.

Her body shook violently, and the sharp blade in her hand lost control and fell helplessly. Her legs gave way and she almost fell to the ground, but she endured the severe pain and used her last bit of strength to support her body.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with despair and unwillingness. She still had so much to accomplish, so many people to save. Yet, now she could only watch helplessly as it all faded before her eyes.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to tell her comrades to keep fighting, to shout out the anger and indomitable spirit in her heart. But only a faint gurgling sound could be heard from her throat, the sound of blood flowing.

Blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, a thin stream of red, forming a glaring contrast with her pale face. At this moment, her life gradually faded away like a candle in the wind.

Finally, her body seemed to have lost all its strength and slowly slid down from the tower. Her originally straight figure became twisted and hideous at this moment, as if it had been forcibly broken by an invisible force.

Her body plummeted through the air, colliding violently with the hard ground with a dull thud. The force of the collision was so great that her body lost its original shape the moment it landed, becoming unrecognizable.

Blood gushed out of her body like a red fountain. The spears that were deeply embedded in her body now became the outlets for this blood, causing it to flow out continuously like a flood.

Blood pooled beneath her body into a sea of ​​crimson, its vibrant color contrasting sharply with the surrounding gray walls, making it particularly glaring. Meanwhile, the spears were still deeply embedded in her body, as if they were the enemy's final insult.

Yet, despite the severe injuries her body had sustained, her unyielding spirit and tenacity in battle were like a meteor in the night sky, fleeting yet exceptionally bright. Her spirit, like a burning flame, shone brightly across the smoke-filled battlefield, inspiring her comrades to continue their march.

The crossbow arrow that pierced her throat had pierced a huge bloody hole in her throat. Blood gushed out of the hole, staining her neck scarlet. Her small tongue protruded weakly from her lips, and her eyes were wide open, as if she was gazing at the world for the last time.

Between her legs, a warm liquid slowly flowed out. It was the last trace of her life and also confirmed her tragic end of being shot to death.

Emilia, the young heroine who died heroically while climbing the enemy's city wall, her story has become an eternal legend in this land and a symbol of the perseverance of the tenacious German girls.

Her fellow female soldiers couldn't help but shed tears when they recalled Emilia's heroic performance.