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

The flames of war spread wantonly across this ancient land, the thick smoke of gunpowder like a hideous demon, devouring every inch of life. The cries of killing and the clashing of weapons intertwined to form a cruel and tragic melody.

In the German Women's Infantry Brigade, Bishan shone like a brilliant pearl, radiating an unparalleled brilliance. She possessed a peerless beauty, her delicate features akin to the Creator's most precious creation, and her every gesture exuded an enchanting charm. Among the other female infantrymen, aside from a slightly smaller bra cup size than Brigade Commander Elaine, her beauty was enough to instantly eclipse any other female soldier in the brigade.

However, fate played a cruel joke on this beautiful girl. A fierce battle ensued like a torrential downpour, and the female infantry bravely resisted. Amidst the raging flames of war, Bishan rushed to the front lines, her eyes burning with fearless fighting spirit as she tried to protect her beliefs and her comrades.

In the center of this chaotic battlefield, Bishan stood alone. Her figure was graceful, her eyes radiating determination and unyielding spirit. Yet, the enemy surged from all sides like a tide, their murderous faces gleaming with terrifying intensity in the blaze of battle. Spears and spears gleamed icy in the sunlight, like arrows wielded by the god of death, piercing her mercilessly.

In an instant, Bishan's beautiful body was pierced by eighteen long spears. The sharp spearheads instantly pierced her chest, crushing her body to pieces. Shattered viscera gushed out from thirty-six bloody holes, like a desperate cry of life. Against the backdrop of the flames of battle, the crimson blood looked like a blooming flower of evil, a truly tragic sight.

The misfortune didn't stop there. The same agony descended upon her lower abdomen. The two bloody holes, front and back, were like deep black holes, constantly oozing a mixture of blood and visceral fragments. Her entire body felt like a valve had been opened to a river of blood, and blood and visceral fragments gushed out incessantly, staining the ground beneath her feet red.

The long knife, filled with endless malice, pierced her left breast from behind. Blood foamed from the two bloody holes in front and behind her left breast like fountains. Her body was torn in two. She, so beautiful, now resembled a torn doll, teetering on the brink of collapse on this cruel battlefield.

Bishan's consciousness gradually faded, but her eyes still shone with resentment. She thought of the good life she once had, those warm smiles and sweet memories, now all gone. She hated it, hated this ruthless war, hated these cruel enemies who had let her life wither in the flames of war.

As her last bit of strength faded, Bishan slowly collapsed. Her body merged with the blood-stained earth, becoming a witness to the cruelty of this war.

Bishan's eyes widened like bells, frighteningly wide, as if they were about to burst from their sockets. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Her skin, once as white as mutton-fat jade, had now turned as pale as paper due to extreme fear.

Her beauty was frozen in time. Her once lively eyes were now hollow and lifeless, and her once rosy lips had lost their color. Her entire body seemed to be under a spell, unable to move, and she could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded before her.

Her stunning face, like a meticulously crafted work of art, was breathtaking. However, at that moment, the shock written across her expression seemed to be cast by magic, frozen in timeless beauty.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, her tender pink tongue reluctantly poking out, as if she were about to confide something, only to be mercilessly stifled by the shadow of death. Her once lively eyes had lost their luster, like two dim gemstones, staring silently into the void.

Suddenly, a warm liquid slowly seeped out from between her legs, like a trickle, gradually gathering into a pool of pale yellow stream. This liquid seemed to be the last bit of warmth in her life, and it quickly cooled in the cold air.

As the liquid flowed out, Bishan's body seemed to lose its support and slowly tilted. Her silky hair fell like a waterfall in the pool of blood, as if mourning her departure.

Finally, her head tilted weakly, and her whole body fell limply into a pool of blood, merging with the scarlet liquid, no longer having any life.

On this bloody battlefield, the enemy surged forward like a tide, their cries of killing and roars intertwined, as if celebrating this tragic victory. However, amidst this clamor, Bishan's body seemed remarkably quiet, like a sleeping angel, at peace with the world.

After the battle, the battlefield lay in ruins. Bishan lay motionless, lifeless, her death too horrific to behold. Suwei, having defeated the Gallic enemy and arriving with the hope of rescue, used a resurrection pill to try to save the beautiful soldier's life. Isabella and Lena also hurriedly used their healing powers, their hands radiating a gentle glow, a ray of light in the darkness. However, time passed, and after two hours, all the other fallen soldiers had been revived by their efforts, but Bishan's battered body remained unresponsive, as if fate had locked her tightly, leaving her no hope of life. The soldiers wept bitterly, believing Bishan to be completely dead.