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

The various anti-rebellion armies set out separately, and I made other arrangements according to the system prompts.

The first to encounter the rebels were those of the Shannan East Road. Zheng Wan's 2,500 Left Guards had barely entered the ravine at the entrance to the road when a torrent of boulders hurled down behind them, instantly sealing the entrance. From the cliffs on either side of the ravine, 2,000 archers and boulders rained down upon the Left Guards, many perishing in despair. Then, 8,000 rebel cavalrymen charged head-on at Zheng Wan's Left Guards, surrounding them and encircling their 2,500 men. The rebels' tactic of concentrating their superior forces to annihilate their opponents was a brilliant one.

Zheng Wan wielded a red-tasseled spear, its tip gleaming with a cold light, like a nimble venomous snake. She led the soldiers behind her, charging left and right, attempting to break through the enemy's encirclement. But the enemy was so numerous, seemingly endless. Every charge felt like falling into a bottomless pit; no matter how hard they tried, they could not break free.

The battlefield was thick with smoke, and the cries of battle shook the earth. Zheng Wan wielded her spear with all her might, engaging in a desperate struggle with the enemy. Her skills were sharp and her movements were agile, but the enemy was too numerous, often facing four or five enemies at once. She was wounded in many places, her armor stained red with blood, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, refusing to retreat a single step.

As time went on, Zheng Wan gradually fell into a desperate situation. She was surrounded by more than twenty enemy generals, each of them a veteran of countless battles. They formed a tight encirclement around Zheng Wan, making it impossible for her to escape. With cruel glints in their eyes, they prepared for the final siege and kill of Zheng Wan.

Zheng Wan took a deep breath, gripped her spear tightly, her eyes fixed with determination. She knew she had no way out; she had no choice but to fight to the death. She straightened her body and shouted, "Men, listen! Today is the day we die for our country. Even death is an honor!" With that, she charged forward, engaging the enemy generals in a final duel.

Zheng Wan was trapped, with more than twenty enemy generals surrounding her like hungry wolves. They were armed with sharp weapons and exuded a terrifying aura.

The enemy generals pressed forward, each step carrying a heavy weight of pressure. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if they wanted to devour Zheng Wan alive. The encirclement was shrinking, and Zheng Wan's space for movement was being squeezed to the limit.

An enemy general launched the first attack, brandishing his broadsword and slashing at Zheng Wan with fierce momentum. Zheng Wan dodged to the side, avoiding the fatal blow. Immediately afterwards, two more enemy generals attacked simultaneously from both sides, their spears piercing Zheng Wan's vital points like venomous snakes emerging from their holes.

Zheng Wan was undaunted. She wielded her spear like a blooming flower, its tip flashing with a cold light as she deflected the enemy's attacks one by one. However, the enemy generals' attacks continued like a tide, and she gradually felt overwhelmed.

Suddenly, an enemy general took advantage of Zheng Wan's unpreparedness and attacked from behind. Zheng Wan, sensing danger, quickly turned, but was still slashed on the arm by the enemy general's longsword. Blood stained her clothes, but she didn't flinch; instead, she fought even harder.

Amidst this breathtaking siege, Zheng Wan fought tooth and nail to withstand the ferocious attacks of the enemy generals. She weaved in and out of the encirclement, each strike imbued with unparalleled strength and unwavering resolve. Facing such a formidable foe, she showed no sign of retreat, but instead grew even more valiant. Her eyes revealed an indomitable spirit, as if to tell the world she would rather die on the battlefield than yield to the enemy's tyranny.

At this moment, Zheng Wan had forgotten all about life and death, her only conviction remaining: to defend her dignity and honor with her own life! She knew that today's battle might be her last, but she wasn't afraid, believing that as long as she persevered, she would defeat the enemy. In this moment, she became the center of attention, and everyone was impressed by her courage.

At that moment, an arrow pierced Zheng Wan from behind. Zheng Wan, preoccupied with fending off the attacks of four or five enemy generals with her spear, had no time to pay attention to the situation behind her. By the time she heard the arrow's piercing air, it was too late to react. With a dull "puff," the arrow pierced Zheng Wan's body, piercing her back through her abdomen and finally exiting through her navel.

Zheng Wan felt a sweet sensation in her throat as a stream of blood surged up her throat. She couldn't help but spit out a crimson mist. At the same time, a large amount of blood began to flow from above her navel, like a fountain, flowing continuously. This blood quickly dyed her battle robe and the ground beneath her, creating a shocking red.

Zheng Wan felt a sharp pain and her body fell forward involuntarily. But she gritted her teeth and used up her last bit of strength to swing the spear in her hand, forcing the enemy in front of her back a few steps.

However, the enemy did not give her a chance to breathe, and they took the opportunity to launch a more fierce attack. Swords and spears fell like raindrops, and Zheng Wan's body was covered with many wounds.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, but her inner faith remained as solid as a rock. In the last moments of her life, she vaguely saw her former comrades, who were waving to her and calling her.

Zheng Wan smiled, a smile that was sad and resolute.