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

On that vast and bloody ancient battlefield, dust filled the air, and the cries of battle resonated like rumbling thunder, shaking the very earth. A cavalry unit comprised of German female warriors, surrounded by a Gallic force eight times their size, faced a desperate test of life and death, like a lone sheep among wolves.

"Draw your Mo Daos! Prepare for close combat!" Yilian's clear, resolute voice pierced the air thick with fear and blood. Amidst the roar, the infantrymen quickly sheathed their bows and crossbows, drew their daggers, and like a pack of enraged lionesses, they pounced upon the oncoming Gallic heavy infantry. For a moment, a cold light shone, and blood splattered across the battlefield like fireworks. The struggle between life and death raged on every inch of land. The cries of death, the clashing of weapons, and the groans of the wounded mingled in a chilling symphony of death.

Bishan, this fearless infantry soldier, though only ten years old, had already reached the astonishing Great Perfection of the Mysterious Realm. She was a young German warrior, a single step away from becoming a one-star Paladin. German girls were typically tall, and Bishan was an exceptional example, standing a full 1.65 meters tall. This made it nearly impossible to tell she was only ten years old, and everyone mistakenly thought she was sixteen or seventeen.

In the fierce battle with the enemy, Bishan bravely advanced without fear. However, the enemy's sharp blade mercilessly sliced ​​through her arm, leaving a deep wound, and blood gushed out like a fountain. But her eyes showed no trace of fear or retreat, only determination and resoluteness. She gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, as if the pain could not shake her iron will.

At the moment the enemy relaxed for a moment, Bishan seized the opportunity and slashed at the enemy in front of her with a knife as fast as lightning. The knife was as fast as the wind and as fierce as thunder. The Gallic soldier fell to the ground before he could even utter a groan.

However, this was merely a minor incident in this brutal battle. More enemies continued to surge forward like ghosts, leaving them no chance to breathe. Facing this overwhelming tide of enemies, Bishan and her comrades felt the pressure mount. But they remained undaunted, gritting their teeth and continuing their desperate struggle.

In simple close combat, the Gallic soldiers wouldn't have had any advantage against the Germanic women of the Great Sunday. After all, the highest level of the Gallic soldiers' martial arts was only at the peak of the Mysterious Realm, and the lowest was at the Great Perfection of the Yellow Realm, while the Germanic women of the Great Sunday could easily have defeated the Gallic soldiers in a one-on-one situation. However, military combat wasn't simply a solitary struggle; it was a team-based, system-based operation. Furthermore, due to their numerical advantage, the Gallic soldiers typically surrounded a single Germanic woman with eight to ten men. Simultaneously, they faced the attacks and suppression of Gallic archers from afar, as well as the powerful crossbow attacks from the winch-type crossbow carts. Due to their numerical superiority, the Germanic women's bows and crossbows were vastly outnumbered, rendering them completely powerless. Consequently, the women, under siege, had to balance their bows and arrows with the massive crossbow attacks from the crossbow carts, often losing sight of both.

On the battlefield, Gallic soldiers engaged in close combat with Germanic women on Sunday. Tall and muscular, the Gallic soldiers charged aggressively, their weapons wielded. However, faced with such a formidable foe, the Germanic women did not retreat.

Their bodies were sturdy and agile, their movements swift and sharp, their weapons gleaming with a cold light. In a one-on-one fight, the Gallic soldiers would have had a hard time gaining an advantage. However, they relied on their numerical superiority, with eight to ten men surrounding one Germanic female soldier, attempting to outnumber them.

The female soldiers were surrounded, but they showed no fear. They worked closely together, supporting each other and using flexible tactics to deal with the enemy's attacks. Sometimes they dodged sideways, sometimes blocked with shields, and sometimes raised their spears or lances to fight back, leaving the Gallic soldiers with few opportunities to exploit.

At the same time, the Gallic archers in the distance continued to shoot arrows, raining down on the female soldiers. The powerful crossbows from the winch crossbow carts were even more powerful, causing tremendous pressure on the female soldiers.

Under siege, the women not only had to contend with close-quarters enemies but also constantly be on guard against distant bows and crossbows. Their situation was extremely difficult, yet they persevered. Gradually, their efforts became increasingly strained and disorganized. Under these circumstances, the German women infantry began to show weakness under the siege, and soldiers began to fall one after another.

The first female soldier to fall was Bishan. Twenty Gallic soldiers surrounded her. Her arms had been cut, slowing her movements. She struggled to cope with the 20 men surrounding her. Just then, a massive crossbow arrow, carrying a powerful gust of wind, struck Bishan's abdomen with a "puff" sound, entering through her belly button and exiting through her back. The piercing wound pierced Bishan's body, sending her cherry lips opening into an "O" shape.

Bishan let out a shrill scream of "Ah...", with a confused and shocked expression on her little face. A mouthful of blood spurted out of Bishan's beautiful cherry mouth. The huge crossbow arrow easily cut Bishan's lower abdomen like a sharp knife. Her internal organs and intestines gushed out like a burst dam, splashing onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

The sudden pain left Bishan unable to react. Her body trembled violently, and the spear she had been swinging to block the attack froze in her hand. At that moment, the twenty Gallic enemy soldiers besieging her seized this golden opportunity and rushed forward like hungry tigers.

Their blades flashed with a cold gleam, and with deadly murderous intent, they simultaneously thrust at Bishan's chest. Ten spears, eight lances, rained down like a dense raindrop, ruthlessly piercing Bishan's body. Her chest was instantly engulfed in blood, gushing out like a fountain, as if to take her life with it.

The last two enemies were even more merciless. One of them wielded a sharp sword and thrust it straight into Bishan's throat like a venomous snake emerging from its lair. The strike was lightning fast, and Bishan didn't even have time to let out a final scream before the sword pierced her throat, and her life force vanished in an instant.

At the same time, the other man's long knife, like a demon seeking death, suddenly stabbed into Bishan's back and then exited from her left breast. This knife not only took Bishan's life, but also tore her body in half, a horrific sight.

Bishan's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. The shock on her incredibly beautiful face froze in an instant, becoming her final expression in this world. Her tongue lolled out unwillingly, as if she were about to say something, but ultimately, no sound came out.

As the warm liquid slowly flowed out between her legs, Bishan's body finally lost support. Her head tilted and she fell lifeless in a pool of blood, dead.

From the moment the first Sunday German female infantryman, Bishan, was tragically killed, the key to Pandora's box of the annihilation of this 1,250-strong Sunday German female infantry unit was opened!