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

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.

Finally, the legs of a young female soldier in the team went weak, and she fell to her knees with a plop, tears streaming down her face. She clasped her hands together and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Please, don't kill us, we won't dare to resist anymore." Her body was shaking with extreme fear, and every word she spoke was squeezed out from between her teeth with tears in her voice.

This kneeling, as if a signal, prompted the other female soldiers to follow suit. For a moment, the air was filled with sobs and pleas for mercy. "Please spare us, we just want to live." "As long as you don't kill us, we'll do anything." Their voices blended together, forming a mournful elegy.

The enemy general, reining in his horse, gazed down at the kneeling female soldiers, begging for mercy, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He dismounted, slowly approached a female soldier, reached out and grasped her chin, forcing her to look up. The soldier's eyes were filled with fear and humiliation, yet she dared not resist. "You're begging for mercy now? It's too late!" the enemy general grumbled, before pushing her to the ground.

The female soldiers collapsed, weeping and curling up tightly, as if this would ward off the impending doom. However, the enemy's brutality would not cease despite their pleas for mercy. With a wave of the enemy general's hand, the soldiers rushed forward like wolves and tigers, wantonly pulling at the female soldiers' clothes and humiliating and beating them.

Amidst this chaos and suffering, a female soldier named Lina suddenly regained consciousness. She looked upon the miserable plight of her sisters around her, and an unprecedented rage surged within her. She remembered the oath she had sworn on the battlefield, and the comrades who had sacrificed their lives for freedom and justice. "No, we cannot surrender!" she cried in her heart.

Lina stood up suddenly and shouted, "Sisters, stand up! We can't beg for mercy like cowards. We are warriors. Even if we die, we must die with dignity!" Although her voice was trembling, it was full of strength.

At first, the sisters looked at her in astonishment, fear still lingering in their eyes. But gradually, Lina's words were like a fire, igniting the long-extinguished flame in their hearts. One by one, they stood up, their bodies still trembling, but their eyes rekindled with determination.

The enemy general was stunned at first when he saw the female soldiers standing up again, and then he roared in anger: "Kill them!" The soldiers raised their spears and pointed them at the female soldiers.

Facing the enemy's spear array, the female soldiers hugged each other tightly and sang the war song that had inspired countless people on the battlefield. Although the singing was a little trembling, it was extremely firm, as if it was the most powerful resistance to the enemy.

The sound of spears pierced their bodies, and the female soldiers fell in a pool of blood. However, their spirits remained on this land forever, becoming an immortal monument.

Some of the female soldiers were stabbed, while others who did not pick up their weapons or laid down their weapons and stopped resisting were escorted away.

The air was thick with smoke, the setting sun was bloodshot, and the battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the sickening stench of blood. The once peaceful land was now completely engulfed by the flames of war, transformed into a living hell.

A group of female soldiers were caught in the vortex of this brutal war. Clad in ill-fitting uniforms, their faces still etched with youthful innocence, their eyes filled with determination and resolve. Amidst the hail of bullets, they fought the enemy like fearless warriors, desperately battling the enemy.

However, the disparity in strength was too great. The enemy surged forward like a tide, their cold bayonets gleaming a chilling light in the setting sun. In the fierce fighting, some female soldiers were mercilessly pierced by enemy bayonets. Their bodies trembled, and blood gushed from their wounds like a fountain, staining the ground beneath their feet red. Every groan of pain, like a wail from hell, echoed across the horrific battlefield. Some female soldiers, even as they fell, still clutched their broken weapons, as if still expressing their unyielding will.