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

As for the other female soldiers, some hadn't even had time to draw their weapons, while others had laid down their weapons in despair, giving up resistance. Perhaps it was the sight of their comrades falling tragically, or perhaps it was the realization that this battle was hopeless. With eyes filled with exhaustion and despair, they silently watched the enemy approach step by step.

The enemy glared at them fiercely, their eyes flashing with ferocious glares. They cursed with crude language, their voices like the roars of evil spirits, chilling people to the bone. Then, like hungry wolves, they pounced on the female soldiers and mercilessly and roughly escorted them away.

Some female soldiers were violently pushed and shoved by the enemy, their bodies involuntarily falling forward. Their hair was yanked hard, causing them to moan in agony. The enemy's hands, like iron pliers, gripped the soldiers' arms tightly, leaving deep marks on their delicate skin.

Other female soldiers were kicked and beaten by the enemy, their bodies curled up on the ground, unable to move. Their faces were filled with pain and humiliation, tears welling up in their eyes, but they fought hard to hold them back. The enemy's brutality filled the female soldiers with fear and anger, but they were powerless to resist.

In this brutal scene, the dignity of the female soldiers was ruthlessly trampled upon, and their lives were seriously threatened. However, their eyes still revealed an unyielding light, as if silently telling the enemy: even in desperate situations, they will not easily surrender.

Among the escorted troops was a female soldier named Ina. Her eyes were empty and lost, and her steps were unsteady. She remembered the golden rice paddies of her hometown before she set out, her mother's warm smile, and the laughter and joy of training with her sisters. But now, all of this has been destroyed by the flames of war. She didn't know what fate awaited her: imprisonment in a dark cell or even more brutal torture.

And those comrades who fell in a pool of blood were once the apple of their parents' eyes, cherishing beautiful dreams for the future. For the Great Zhou court, for justice, they resolutely took to the battlefield. But now, their lives were cut short by the cold bayonets. Their youth, their dreams, vanished on this desolate battlefield along with the gurgling blood.

War, like a merciless demon, devours the lives and hopes of countless people. These young female soldiers, who should have been enjoying a peaceful and beautiful life, were instead swept into this brutal slaughter. In this war-torn world, their figures seem so insignificant yet tragic. And those who were escorted away, filled with heartache and confusion, step by step towards the unknown abyss. Their future, like the gradually darkening sky, sees no light.

On a battlefield shrouded in smoke and blood, the flames of war roared like a ferocious beast, devouring all life and hope. A group of young female soldiers, filled with the passion and ambition to defend their country, set foot on this land filled with the scent of death. However, what awaited them was a cruel and heartbreaking end.

Some female soldiers bravely fought in the fiercest battles, withstanding the enemy's hail of bullets with their fragile bodies. But for others, fate dealt them a far more cruel blow. Some were swept away by the storm of war before they could even take up arms; others, in despair, laid down their weapons and gave up resistance. Perhaps it was the sight of their comrades falling tragically, the horrifying scenes that pierced their souls like sharp blades; or perhaps it was the realization that this battle was hopeless, their strength felt so insignificant and powerless against the enemy's overwhelming onslaught.

Their eyes were filled with exhaustion and despair as they silently watched the enemy approach step by step. The enemy glared at them fiercely and cursed them with crude language, as if they were not a group of warriors fighting for justice, but lambs to be slaughtered. Then, the enemy roughly escorted them away, like a group of livestock to be slaughtered.

Among the escorted troops was a female soldier named Ina. Her eyes were empty and lost, and her steps were unsteady. Her thoughts drifted back to the golden rice paddies of her hometown before she set out. The gentle breeze rustled the rolling rice paddies, like nature's most beautiful symphony. Her mother's warm smile, like the warm winter sun, gave her endless strength and comfort. And the laughter and joy of training with her sisters—those were such pure and beautiful times. But now, all of this has been destroyed by the flames of war, turned to nothing.

She didn't know what fate awaited her: would she be imprisoned in a dark cell, spending the rest of her life in loneliness and fear? Or would she suffer even more cruel torture and become the target of her enemies' animal desires? Each possibility was like a heavy mountain, weighing down her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

And those comrades who fell in a pool of blood were once the treasures of their parents, the pride of their families. With a bright vision of the future, they resolutely took to the battlefield for the sake of the Great Zhou court and justice. They believed their sacrifice would bring peace and tranquility, spare more people the suffering of war. But now, their lives were cut short by the cold bayonets. Their youth, their dreams, vanished on this desolate battlefield along with the gushing blood, leaving only cold corpses, a testament to the ruthlessness and cruelty of war.

War, like a merciless demon, devours countless lives and hopes without mercy or compassion. These young female soldiers should have enjoyed a peaceful life, a romantic relationship, and a warm family. They could laugh in the sun, run in the fields, and experience the beauty and sweetness of life. However, war has stripped them of everything, turning them into casualties.

In this war, there are no true winners. Both the victorious and the defeated have paid a heavy price. How can the pain and sorrow of the families who lost their loved ones be redressed? How can the physical and mental wounds of the soldiers injured in the war be healed?

We should reflect on war and cherish peace. Peace is so hard-won, purchased with the lives and blood of countless people. We must not allow the tragedy of war to happen again, nor allow more people to lose their lives and hope in war. Let us work together for a world without war and killing, so that those young lives will no longer wither in the flames of war, and that the sunshine of peace will shine forever on this land.