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

On a battlefield thick with smoke and the smell of blood, the sound of bloodshed shook the very earth. Amidst the rising dust, the cries of killing and the clashing of weapons woven together into a tragic war song. Every inch of land was soaked in blood, and every gust of wind carried the scent of death.

Bishan, the remarkable woman who stood proudly on the battlefield, now found herself surrounded. Her armor was stained with scars and blood, and her sword was bent, but her gaze remained steadfast, like the brightest star in the night sky, burning with an unyielding fighting spirit. She wielded her sword like a ball of fire, weaving through the enemy horde, each blow drawing screams of pain.

However, outnumbered, her strength gradually faded. Just then, a burly general emerged from the crowd, spear in hand, his eyes fierce, like a hungry beast. With a loud roar, he thrust his spear at Bishan like a venomous snake. Bishan quickly dodged, but the general's attack followed him like a shadow, swirling his spear and thrusting it toward her throat again.

Bishan tried to dodge again, but she was powerless. She felt a sharp pain in her throat as the icy spear pierced through it. Her body froze, a flicker of surprise and resentment in her eyes. Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, splashing onto her armor and the general's face.

The general who had thrust the spear through Bishan's throat wore a haughty expression. He casually wiped the blood from the spear onto Bishan's leather armor, as if it were a minor stain. The contemptuous smile on his lips, like frost in the cold of winter, revealed a bone-chilling indifference and disdain. "She's just a woman who relies on deviant means. Even if she has a few military achievements, what good is it? She's still vulnerable in front of this general." He looked down at Bishan, his eyes filled with disparagement and contempt.

Bishan's legs gradually weakened, and her body slowly collapsed. Her eyes gradually dimmed, but she still stared at the general, as if to tell him that she would die with honor. Her body fell into a pool of blood, splashing a bloody flower. That blood flower, like a blooming red lotus, stood out brightly on this tragic battlefield.

The surrounding soldiers cried out in shock when they saw Bishan fall. Their hearts were filled with grief and anger, but they could not change this cruel reality. Bishan's comrades, their eyes red, roared and charged at the enemy, determined to avenge Bishan with their own lives.

But the general still had a smug look on his face. He drew his spear, pointed it at the sky, and shouted, "This is the end of being an enemy of our army!" His voice echoed on the battlefield, as if announcing the victory of the battle.

The setting sun cast a shadow over the battlefield, dyeing everything blood red. Bishan lay quietly in a pool of blood, her life cut short at that moment. But her heroic deeds will forever be etched in the hearts of her comrades, becoming an immortal monument in their hearts.

In his mind, Bishan's glorious achievements were merely the result of so-called evil forces. He considered himself a truly powerful warrior, believing defeating an opponent like Bishan would be easy. It was as if Bishan's existence was merely a foil to his own display of martial prowess. He shouted to the soldiers around him, his voice echoing across the battlefield: "See? This is the fate of those who ally with us. No matter how famous she may have been, under this general's spear, she will die!" The soldiers responded with roars that threatened to overturn the raging battlefield.

The wind howled like an angry beast, roaring recklessly over the war-torn city. The flags on the city walls fluttered wildly in the wind, as if wailing for the tragic scene that was about to unfold.

At the general's cold command, the soldiers, like wolves and tigers, rushed forward in an instant, their ferocity threatening to devour everything in the world. They rushed to Bishan's body, and with brutal and savage movements, they tore off the leather armor that had once shone so brightly on the battlefield. The armor fell to the ground with a dull thud, like a hero's final sigh, carelessly tossed aside, like a discarded rag, stripped of its former glory and brilliance.

Bishan, the woman who once single-handedly held up a battlefield, now lay naked on the cold ground, helpless and desolate. Her skin was covered with scars from battle, testament to her fearless courage and exceptional command. Once, her piercing gaze, her command on the battlefield, struck fear into the hearts of countless enemies. Wielding her weapon, she fought bloody battles on this brutal battlefield for all she protected, her figure like a god of war.

The soldiers roughly tied Bishan's naked body to the back of the horse. The horses' hooves kicked up a cloud of dust, like a haze, covering this land filled with blood and sorrow. They left in the dust and rushed towards the city they were stationed in, as if carrying a sinister victory.