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

The setting sun crept over the treetops, its last rays casting a lingering glow across the landscape. Looking back at the German female infantryman, Yilian, and her troops, the line they had so desperately held was like a tattered fishing net, ripped open by the Gallic soldiers. The enemy surged in like a surging tide, and the situation was reaching a precarious point. Some of the younger soldiers began to panic, their weapons failing them. Most of them were girls under fifteen, so they naturally felt fear when the situation was unfavorable. After all, they were fundamentally different from the veterans. Although their realm and skills were considerable, they were ravaged and injured by the enemy's coordinated attacks, and they were already in a state of extreme panic.

Elaine was terrified. She knew that a collapse of morale at this moment would mean the annihilation of the entire army. She leaped high and shouted, "Calm down! We are German warriors. We cannot let the enemy underestimate us!" With that, she charged into the enemy ranks, brandishing her sword and spear like a flower of death blooming amidst a rain of blood. Each of her strikes was charged with resolute force, each block radiating fearless courage. Seeing Elaine's bravery, the soldiers' fear gradually dissipated, their courage renewed. They followed closely behind her, fiercely resisting the enemy's attack.

Under the Gallic army's overwhelming onslaught, the Germanic female infantrymen put up a tenacious resistance, but casualties mounted. They fought arduously in a pool of blood, each advance a priceless price. Yet, no matter how fierce the battle, they never gave up, never retreated. With their own flesh and blood, they defended the dignity and honor of Germany, composing a tragic yet stirring war song.

The turning point of the battle came when Elaine, the commander of the German female soldiers, collapsed first on Sunday. Due to her lack of experience, Elaine was surrounded by a large number of Gallic enemy troops. Without the help of her female teammates, the enemy also concentrated several archers and crossbow carts to shoot at her. After a fierce battle, as Elaine's body was pierced by more than 20 spears at the same time, Elaine's agile figure with eyes wide open, she was pierced by more than 20 spears and was supported by those spears, standing stiffly on the ground, supported by those spears and not falling, but the blood gushing from her mouth and her body seemed to be no longer moving seemed to be her last posture. Only the warm liquid slowly flowing between her legs witnessed her last trace in the world. The spear she had been holding tightly in her hand had already pierced the body of a Gallic general. At this moment, she was holding a long sword in her hand, but because she had lost strength in her hand, the long sword had fallen to the ground, splashing dust and a crisp sound, as if it was Elaine's last elegy!

At this moment, a Gallic general in the distance shouted, "Shoot this Germanic female general through the throat with a crossbow! Anyone who hits her will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver!"

Two crossbow archers adjusted the angle of their massive crossbow bolts, and with a whoosh, the massive bolt flew out, accurately piercing Elaine's throat. Instantly, Elaine's throat became a massive bloody hole. Elaine, who had a lingering breath, finally let out a shrill, "Ah..." howl, her eyes wide open, her tongue sticking out from her lips, blood gushing from her lovely little mouth. Her head tilted, and she was completely dead! Elaine, a master of the three-star Paladin realm, commanding 1,250 German female infantry, met a tragic end in her first encounter with the Gallic enemy!

Elaine's body, supported by more than twenty spears, was frozen to the ground. Her eyes were wide open, as if she was still staring at the enemy, her eyes revealing unyielding and anger.

As the crossbow arrows from the crossbow cart accurately pierced her throat, Elaine's throat instantly became a huge bloody hole, and blood gushed out like a fountain. She let out a shrill howl, and the sound echoed in the air, as if it was a struggle against fate.

Her eyes remained wide open, as if trying to memorize everything before her. Her tongue, sticking out from her lips, was stained red with blood, appearing particularly eerie. Blood gushed continuously from her lovely little mouth, splattering onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Elaine's head tilted, and the longsword in her hand fell, sending up a cloud of dust. The crisp sound, like the final song of her life, echoed in the silent battlefield.

Between her legs, a warm liquid slowly flowed, the final trace of her life. This liquid witnessed her final moments on earth, her bravery and her tragic grandeur. Elaine's little mouth spitted out a final mouthful of blood, mixed with countless fragments of internal organs. Her tongue stretched out, sticking out from her lips. No breath could enter her mouth, and she died!

Elaine's body stood still on the ground, propped up and frozen by the lances and spears, her body erect, as if still telling her story. Her face showed no fear, only determination and resoluteness. With her own life, she defended the dignity and honor of the German female soldiers.