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

Arya led her army, like a raging torrent, galloping towards the Gaul capital. The sound of their horses' hooves was like thunder, deafening, as if it could crush the earth.

Along the way, Arya's army was unstoppable, successively conquering several Gaulish strongholds and castles. Each victory boosted the morale of the soldiers. They were full of confidence in Arya's command, and they firmly believed that she would lead them to the ultimate victory.

However, as they crossed a vast plain, they suddenly encountered an unexpected obstacle. At the end of the plain stood a massive phalanx of catapults. These catapults towered into the clouds, like giant steel beasts, emitting a terrifying aura.

Arya reined in her horse and gazed at the phalanx of catapults ahead, a surge of unease welling up in her. She knew the power of these catapults; if they struck her, the consequences would be disastrous. She glanced at the soldiers, seeing fear and worry on their faces as well.

Arya took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. She knew this was not the time to retreat; she had to lead her troops to victory. She shouted, "Warriors, do not be afraid! We are invincible! Let us charge forward together and destroy these catapults!"

The soldiers heard Arya's cry and cheered up. They gripped their weapons tightly and prepared to face the upcoming battle. Arya took the lead and led her troops to charge towards the catapult phalanx.

As the distance closed, the threat from the catapults grew. Arya saw the muzzles of the catapults pointed directly at them, and she knew that if they weren't careful, they would become targets. She gripped the reins tightly, constantly adjusting her horse's speed and direction, trying to avoid the catapult's attack.

Suddenly, a massive rock flew from the ballista, whistling and hurtling toward Arya. She dodged nimbly, the rock glancing past her before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Her heartbeat quickened, but she didn't hesitate, leading her troops forward.

The soldiers followed closely behind, charging forward and engaging in a fierce battle with the catapults. The catapults continuously fired stones, while the soldiers nimbly dodged the attacks and returned fire with bows and slings. The battlefield was in chaos, with shouts of killing, the sound of bowstrings, and the clashing of stones resounding through the air.

Arya led the charge, wielding her longsword and engaging the enemy in close combat. Her sharp swordplay, each strike carrying a deadly threat, kept the enemy at bay. Her courage and determination inspired the soldiers around her, who fought even harder, striving tirelessly for victory.

Led by Arya, the soldiers gradually broke through the catapult defenses and launched a final charge towards the Gaul capital. Their morale was high and unstoppable, as if nothing could stop them.

Arya's army was stunned by the sudden sight. They had never seen such a large-scale phalanx of catapults. These catapults were obviously the Gauls' secret weapons, specially designed to deal with them.

Across the vast plains, the German Women's Cavalry Brigade of Sunday, like proud war eagles, led by their brigade commander Adele and their infantry commander, Maria, confidently rode into this seemingly peaceful yet menacing land. The sunlight shone on their gleaming armor, reflecting a resolute light, as if declaring victory theirs.

Yet, at this moment, the gears of fate quietly began to turn. The silence, as hushed as a sleeping beast, was suddenly shattered by a deep rumble. That sound, like a call from hell, sent a wave of foreboding through the hearts of every female cavalryman. Then, from behind the distant hills, rows of towering catapults slowly emerged, like giant steel beasts rising from the earth. The massive stones loaded into their muzzles resembled the scythes of death.

Before Maria could react, the first wave of attacks descended like a torrential downpour. Huge rocks rained down from the sky, crashing down upon the troops' positions with devastating force. In an instant, the once orderly ranks were thrown into chaos, like a calm lake rippled by the impact of a boulder. Many female soldiers, struck by the rocks, fell to the ground with screams, their blood rapidly spreading across the dry earth in horrifying patches of crimson. The surrounding horses, terrified, neighed and bolted, knocking down more of their comrades.

Adele cried out in the chaos, trying to regroup, her voice faint amid the cacophony of shouts and hurled stones. She brandished her sword, trying to dispel the fear and rally her sisters. However, the enemy's attacks showed no sign of relenting. A second and third wave of stones followed, each one claiming more lives.

The female cavalrymen fought bravely on the battlefield, their eyes revealing a resolute and unyielding spirit. Their weapons swung through the air, intertwining with the enemy's attacks with a resounding clash. However, the power of the catapults was demonic, each discharge bringing devastating blows.

Adele's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, her heart filled with grief, anger, and helplessness. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched her comrades fall one after another. But she knew this was not the time to cry; she had to keep fighting.

At that moment, a massive rock hurtled towards Adele like a meteor. Its speed was as fast as lightning, as if it was about to tear her apart. Adele's eyes widened, and she tried to dodge, but it was too late. The rock smashed into her with a dull thud.

The powerful impact knocked Adele off her horse, her body arcing through the air before she fell heavily to the ground. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, staining the ground beneath her red. Her body trembled with pain, and every breath brought a piercing pain.

Adele raised her head with difficulty, taking in the chaos and carnage around her. Despair welled up in her heart, but so did a tinge of unwillingness. She couldn't give up so easily. She had to avenge her fallen comrades and fight for freedom and dignity.

She strained her strength to support herself, swaying to her feet. A determined glint shone in her eyes, her weapon tightly gripped, ready to fight again. Although the pain made it nearly impossible for her to stand, her will was as strong as steel.