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

At that moment, several spears pierced Adele's throat like lightning, mercilessly piercing her throat. Her eyes were wide open, as if she were still trying to speak, but no sound came out. Her body fell quietly in a pool of blood, staining the surrounding ground red.

A gentle breeze rustled Adele's hair, as if mourning her passing. Her face still held a look of terror and despair, a moving scene. Yet, at that moment, her life had already ended, forever departing this world. Seeing this, Alia desperately rushed to Adele and held her tightly in her arms.

At that moment, several sharp spears came rushing towards Adele like lightning, piercing her directly. The spears were so fast, like thunderbolts, that she had no time to react.

With a few "puffs", the spear mercilessly pierced Adele's throat, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Adele's body trembled violently, her eyes wide open, as if she still couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.

However, the shadow of death quickly enveloped her, and her body lost its support and slowly fell into a pool of blood. The blood dyed the ground beneath her red, forming a shocking pool of dark red.

The female soldiers who witnessed this scene were stunned, their voices trembling, barely able to utter complete syllables. Tears welled up in their eyes, some even streaming down their cheeks.

"Brigade Commander..." The female soldiers' shouts echoed in the air, filled with grief and despair.

Adele's eyelids felt like they were weighed down by a heavy weight, and each time she opened them, it was incredibly difficult. Her vision gradually cleared, and the faces of her sisters gradually emerged before her. Their faces were filled with sadness and despair. Adele used all her strength to comfort them, to tell them not to give up.

However, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could not make a sound. She could only squeeze out a few words from between her teeth with a weak breath: "Don't... give up..." These few words seemed to have exhausted all her strength. After she finished speaking, her head slowly drooped like a heavy object without support, and never lifted up again.

Adele's death was like a bolt from the blue, striking the hearts of the female cavalrymen. Her departure not only meant the loss of a brave comrade, but also the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely destroying the last line of defense in their hearts.

Fear and despair spread rapidly through the ranks like a plague. The female cavalrymen began to tremble uncontrollably, and the weapons in their hands became unusually heavy. The image of Adele's fall kept flashing through their minds, haunting them like a nightmare, making it impossible for them to concentrate on dealing with the enemy's attacks.

The enemy, clearly aware of the female cavalry's change, seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack. Already at a disadvantage, the female cavalry were now powerless to fight back. Like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, the enemy tightly surrounded the Great Sunday German Women's Cavalry Brigade, leaving them no chance to breathe.

Finally, this thrilling battle came to an end, but the result was jaw-dropping - the German female cavalry suffered a devastating defeat on Sunday.

Once, these fearless female cavalrymen were renowned for their pride and courage. They clad themselves in lightweight, strapless leather armor that clung to their bodies, outlining their slender waists and long legs. The armor's vibrant colors—flaming red, royal blue, and even golden—shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

They wore three-point leather shorts that reached mid-thigh, allowing them to show off their long, slender legs without hindering their movements. The shorts were made of a soft, stretchy material that expanded with their movements.

These female cavalrymen are not only well-equipped, but also have exquisite makeup. They wear light makeup on their faces, with foundation applied finely and evenly, and the colors of eye shadow and lipstick echo with their leather armor, making them look more heroic.

They held spears or Mo Dao in their hands, the tips of the spears gleaming coldly in the sun, while the blades of the Mo Dao were extremely sharp. These weapons were their sharp weapons for killing the enemy on the battlefield, and also their last line of defense to protect themselves.

They rode on mighty warhorses, tall and mighty, with hair as soft as silk. The sound of their hooves was like thunder, raising a cloud of dust, as if the earth were trembling at their arrival.

Yet, today, on this blood-stained plain, these once-invincible female cavalrymen lay sprawled, their bodies twisted, some face down, some on their backs, and some half-kneeling, as if they were making a final stand against the enemy before dying.

Blood gushed from their wounds, staining the ground beneath them. The color was so vivid, so glaring, it was impossible to look directly at. Each drop of blood represented the loss of a life, like a sharp blade, deeply piercing Arya's heart.

Arya stood in the center of the battlefield, her body trembling slightly, tears welling in her eyes. Her gaze swept over the sisters lying on the ground, their faces utterly pale in the shadow of death. Arya saw their smiles in life, their heroic demeanor on the training grounds, their fearless courage in battle.

But now, all of this has become the past. These sisters, their lives came to an abrupt end on this plain, and they left this world forever.