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

On this battle-ravaged battlefield, the atmosphere was as oppressive as a mountain about to collapse. The enemy general sat atop his tall, mighty warhorse, his eyes as fierce as a wolf's. The long sword in his hand, still dripping with blood, gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight.

Erica was escorted to the center of the field by a group of ferocious enemy soldiers. Though ragged and covered in wounds, she held her head high, her eyes gleaming with unyielding determination. Surrounding her were the female soldiers she had fought alongside, each one wary, their weapons gripped tightly, their eyes filled with worry and anger.

The enemy general pulled the reins and slowly approached Erica with a mocking smile on his face. He said in a provocative voice: "You women who don't know how to live or die, you dare to resist, this is your end!" As he spoke, he used a long knife to pick up a few strands of Erica's messy hair.

Erica's eyes widened, a look of disbelief on her face. She had never imagined that she, who had once fought alongside her sisters, would face death in this way. Her mouth parted as if to utter a final cry, to tell her sisters not to be afraid and to keep fighting, but no sound came out. Her eyes were filled with pain and reluctance, as if expressing her attachment to life and fear of death. Perhaps she was still thinking of her distant loved ones, of those unfulfilled wishes, but everything was shattered in an instant.

The enemy general suddenly raised his long sword high and shouted: "Look carefully, this is the price of resistance!" Before he finished speaking, the long sword fell like lightning.

Blood gushed from Erica's headless neck like a crimson fountain, splattering the surrounding female soldiers. The stench of blood filled the air, making them sick. The surrounding female soldiers watched this horrific scene. Some screamed in fear, their voices piercing the oppressive air; others wept silently, their tears mingling with the dust on their faces. Their hearts were filled with grief and anger, anger at the enemy's brutality and sorrow for the sacrifice of their comrades.

The enemy general looked at the female soldiers' reactions and laughed triumphantly: "Behave yourself, everyone! This will be the end of anyone who dares to resist again!" He rode his horse back and forth in front of the female soldiers, trying to completely break their will in this bloody way.

Yet, the rage in the women's eyes remained undimmed. Those screaming gradually fell silent, clenching their fists; those weeping lifted their heads, their fighting spirit rekindled. Erica's sacrifice had not subdued them; instead, it had strengthened their resolve to resist. They silently vowed to avenge Erica and drive these brutal enemies from their homeland.

But when blood gushed out from Erica's headless neck like a crimson fountain, it instantly splashed onto the surrounding female soldiers. A strong smell of blood instantly filled the air, the pungent smell penetrating the nose and making one's stomach churn.

The surrounding female soldiers were completely stunned by the horrific scene. Some's legs trembled uncontrollably, their teeth chattered, and shrill cries erupted from their throats. The sound was particularly piercing in the oppressive air, like the wails of souls torn apart by fear. Others collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down like a flood. The tears mixed with the dust on their faces, making their faces look particularly miserable. Their bodies trembled like willows swaying in the wind, completely devoid of their former fortitude and courage.

The enemy general, observing the terrified women, raised his head to the sky and roared with laughter. His laughter was like the roar of a demon: "Behave! Anyone who dares to resist will suffer this fate!" He galloped back and forth in front of the women, the sound of his hooves like hammers, hammering down on their fragile hearts again and again. Each tramp of his hoof made the women tremble even more violently, as if their souls were shattered by the horror of the scene.

The female soldiers' eyes were filled with fear and despair. Their clenched fists had long since unclamped, their hands hanging limply at their sides. The once fiery flame in their eyes had been completely extinguished by the icy water of fear. Erica's sacrifice had not only failed to stir their resolve, but had instead been like a heavy boulder, completely crushing their resolve. Only endless fear remained in their hearts, hoping to cling on to a lingering existence in this nightmarish moment.