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

In a war-torn landscape, German female soldiers engaged in a brutal battle with the enemy. Outnumbered, the German female soldiers, including Captain Bishan, were tragically killed by a spear through the throat from a Gallic enemy general. As I watched Bishan's fate unfold, her female soldiers reluctantly laid down their weapons.

Though trapped in despair and filled with utter fear, these female soldiers still burned with a gleam of unyielding spirit. Amidst the suffocating silence, an older female soldier named Erica resolutely stepped forward. Her body trembled slightly, a natural human reaction to death, and her voice trembled slightly, yet the resolve she radiated was undeniable.

Erica straightened up, looked directly at the enemy general without flinching, and shouted in a Germanic accent: "We are General Bishan's subordinates. We would rather die than surrender to you evil villains!" Her voice was like a horn that pierced the smoke of the battlefield and exploded among the crowd.

The female soldiers' gazes fell on Erica, admiration gleaming in their eyes, yet at the same time, worry loomed like a dark cloud. The enemy commander's expression instantly darkened, his eyes fixed on Erica as if spitting fire. In his view, these captured female soldiers were to be subservient lambs to the slaughter; Erica's defiance was a blatant challenge to his authority.

The enemy general's fury erupted like a volcano, his eyes bloodshot as he gripped the long sword at his waist tightly. As he yanked it out, the blade flashed with a chilling glare, like a death messenger from hell.

He walked heavily towards Erica, each step carrying murderous intent. Erica's face turned pale as paper, her eyes filled with fear and despair. She tried to struggle, but her body was pinned down, unable to move.

Without hesitation, the enemy general raised his sword, raised his arm high, and swung it down with all his might. The sword drew a sharp arc in the air, slicing towards Erica's neck with a sharp sound of wind.

There was a dull thud, as if the entire world had shaken. Erica's body jolted violently, and her head seemed to be ripped from her body by an invisible force. It tumbled through the air before landing heavily on the ground with a resounding thud.

Erica's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. Her mouth parted slightly, as if she were about to let out a final cry, but no sound came out. Her eyes were filled with pain and unwillingness, as if expressing her attachment to life and fear of death.

Blood gushed from her headless neck like a crimson fountain, splattering the surrounding female soldiers. The stench of blood filled the air, making people sick. The female soldiers screamed in terror, their faces filled with fear and despair, as if completely defeated by this bloody scene.

For a moment, the air was thick with the nauseating smell of blood. The bloody scene was like a nightmare, and the female soldiers watched in horror. Some couldn't help but scream, their shrill cries piercing the dead silence of the battlefield; others were stunned, completely stunned by the bloody scene, as if their souls had been drained away by it.

The enemy general stood beside Erica's body, pointed a knife at the other female soldiers, and said viciously: "This is the end of resistance! If you obey, you may still be able to keep your life, otherwise, she will be your example!" He tried to use Erica's death to intimidate these female soldiers, so that they would completely give up the idea of ​​resistance and obey.

In this brutal act of killing one to warn the rest, the enemy attempted to use violence and bloodshed to break the will of the female soldiers, forcing them to submit out of fear. However, Erica's heroic sacrifice sowed the seeds of resistance in the hearts of the other female soldiers. Though shrouded in fear at the moment, their indomitable spirit might awaken again at some point in the future, transforming into the flames of revenge that burn across this war-torn land.

This bloody scene caused the other female soldiers to scream in terror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. The enemy general, watching the terrified women, laughed triumphantly. He then assigned the women to his own soldiers. Like hungry wolves, the soldiers swarmed over them, dragging them into their respective tents. Inside, the women endured inhuman torture and humiliation. Their cries and cries for help echoed throughout the camp, but no one came to their rescue. Forced into the battle a drug that suppressed their internal strength, the women became complete slaves of the enemy, completely unable to resist.

During the day, the female soldiers were forced to perform backbreaking labor. They had to carry heavy weapons and supplies for the enemy, working tirelessly under the scorching sun. Any slackness would result in whipping. Many were covered in wounds, their worn leather armor stained red with blood. At night, they endured the enemy's humiliation. Each moment of suffering gradually eroded their hope for life, reducing them to soulless military prostitutes.

As the days passed, the women soldiers grew weaker and weaker, their spirits nearing collapse. Some, unable to endure the torture, chose suicide. They slit their throats with crude tools or hanged themselves at night. Those who remained alive resembled the walking dead, their eyes hollow and lifeless.

Ultimately, under constant torture and devastation, these fifty female soldiers died one by one in less than three days, leaving behind only a desolate camp, a reminder of the tragic story that had taken place there. The female soldiers led by Bishan, who once cherished the dream of defending their country, were ruthlessly crushed in the brutality of war, leaving behind only endless pain and sorrow, gradually forgotten in the long river of history.