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

On the other side of the battlefield, Maria gazed at the tightening encirclement, her brow furrowed like a river. Adele's female cavalry, once a swift and agile force on the battlefield, suffered heavy losses from the repeated charges of the Gallic army. Warhorses cried out as they fell, and many sisters lay on the ground groaning in pain. Maria's heart was filled with a mixture of anger, grief, and determination. Her horse, struck by an enemy arrow, staggered like a drunk before collapsing with a thud. Maria swiftly dismounted, drew her sword, and continued fighting. She was wounded in many places, her clothes soaked with blood, but her eyes remained as firm as steel. "Sisters, fight them! Today, we will not retreat!" Her voice, with unquestionable power, echoed across the battlefield, inspiring every female warrior.

On the smoke-filled, flame-swept battlefields of ancient times, the Germanic female cavalrymen were once a terrifying sight. Riding swift and powerful steeds, wielding razor-sharp swords, they swept through like a whirlwind, striking fear into the hearts of all enemies wherever they went. However, fate's inexorable twists and turns pushed them into a brutal and hopeless battle of destruction.

On this day, the situation on the battlefield suddenly shifted. Maria, the outstanding commander of the German female cavalry, stood at the front of the battle, gazing at the gradually tightening encirclement, her brow furrowed like a "川" (river) character. Her heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, filled with worry and resentment.

Adele's female cavalry, once the sharpest and most agile weapons on the battlefield, now suffered heavy losses in the repeated charges of the Gauls. Horses fell with a wail, raising clouds of dust. Many sisters lay on the ground, groaning in pain, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet.

Maria's eyes flashed with anger and grief, but more than that, determination. She knew this battle had reached a critical juncture, and there was no room for retreat. Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot like a meteor, piercing her warhorse with pinpoint accuracy. The horse staggered a few times as if drunk, then collapsed to the ground with a thud. Maria swiftly dismounted and drew her sword, its blade gleaming with a cold gleam. Her body was covered in wounds, blood soaking her clothes. Every step was accompanied by a piercing pain, but her eyes remained as firm as steel.

"Sisters, fight them! Today, we will not retreat!" Maria's voice echoed across the battlefield with undeniable power, inspiring every female warrior. Hearing the commander's call, the warriors rallied, brandishing their weapons and charging toward the enemy. For a moment, the cries of battle, the clashing of swords, and the neighing of horses blended together, creating a tragic and heroic war song.

However, despite the warriors' valiant resistance, the Gallic army was simply too numerous. Like a tidal wave, they surged forward, encircling the Germanic female cavalry. Their strength gradually wore thin, and the wounded mounted on their backs. One horse after another fell in a pool of blood. Without the advantage of their mounts, the warriors could only fight with difficulty within the encirclement.

Maria knew the battle was doomed, but she refused to give up. Like an enraged lioness, she charged through the enemy pack, her sword whirling up and down, each swing taking a life. But the enemy was too numerous, and she sustained several new wounds, the blood flowing continuously.

Finally, after a brutal battle, the number of the Germanic women cavalry dwindled, until only a handful remained. Maria looked around, watching the sisters who had fought side by side fall one by one, her heart filled with grief and helplessness. She knew this was their darkest day, and also the final moments of the Germanic women cavalry.

 A Heroic Tragedy: Adele's Heroic Farewell to the Female Cavalrymen

On a battlefield filled with smoke and blood, Adele sat atop her sturdy warhorse, her expression grim but unable to conceal her grief. The female cavalry she led, once a fearsome presence in this land, like a swift and agile knife, piercing the heart of the enemy, now faltered under the repeated charges of the Gallic army.

On the battlefield, horses fell with a mournful wail, the dust they kicked up like the earth's helpless sigh. Many sisters lay on the ground, groaning in pain, their blood like winding streams, staining the ground beneath their feet red. Adele clenched her sword, her eyes revealing determination. She shouted to the remaining female cavalrymen around her: "Sisters, we daughters of Germany will never retreat!"

The battle intensified, the Gallic army's arrows swarming like locusts. With a thud, the brave young Leah bore the brunt of the blow, a sharp arrow piercing her chest. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched her clothes, gradually stained with blood, slowly slip from her horse. She waved her hands feebly in the air a few times before falling heavily to the ground, never to rise again.

Then, a massive crossbow bolt whistled down. Ada, agile and nimble, was unable to react, and a massive bolt pierced her abdomen. She clutched the wound in agony, blood pouring from between her fingers. She fought the excruciating pain and tried to regain control of her horse, but ultimately, she was unable to do so. She tumbled from the horse's back, struggled a few times on the ground, and then stopped breathing.

The Gallic army's spear phalanx pressed forward, their sharp spears like rows of icy scythes of death. Martha was pierced through the shoulder by a spear. She screamed in agony, but she clung to the reins, determined to continue fighting. However, more spears pierced her, instantly engulfing her. Her body was pierced by the spears and hung there, a bloody statue on the tragic battlefield.

At this point, the Gallic spearmen also joined the fray. While engaging the enemy in close combat, Ingrid was stabbed from behind by a spear. She shuddered, her body frozen in place. Slowly lowering her head, she gazed at the spear that had pierced her abdomen, a trickle of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Gathering her last ounce of strength, she turned, glaring at the enemy with anger and unyielding determination, then collapsed to the ground, her eyes closed forever.

Adele's female cavalrymen were fewer and fewer, and she was wounded in many places, her clothes soaked with blood. But she still fought tenaciously, dancing with her sword with great vigor, and every swing was filled with hatred for the enemy and a vow to her sisters.

However, she was outnumbered. A spear pierced Adele's thigh from the side, causing her to stumble and nearly fall from her horse. Before she could steady herself, another arrow struck her arm, sending her sword clanging to the ground. Immediately afterwards, several spears simultaneously pierced her body. Adele raised her head in agony, gazing skyward, as if she saw her fallen sisters waving to her. Gathering her last ounce of strength, she cried out, "The glory of Germany will never fade!" Then, she slowly slipped from her horse, and alongside her sisters, she slept forever on this blood-stained earth.

Leah, Ada, Martha, Ingrid... these brave German female soldiers wrote a tragic war song with their lives. Their names will be forever engraved in the long history of Germany and become immortal legends in the hearts of future generations.

The Gallic commander, looking at the battered Maria, felt a surge of admiration. He stepped forward and said, "You are a brave warrior. If you surrender, I will spare your life." Maria sneered, her eyes filled with disdain. "I am the commander of the German cavalry. I will never surrender to cowards like you!" With that, she raised her sword, ready for a final stand.

The Gallic commander shook his head helplessly and ordered his soldiers to launch a final attack. Countless swords slashed at Maria, who wielded her sword with all her might, attempting to fend off the attacks. But she was ultimately outnumbered. Her body was pierced by the swords, and blood gushed out like a fountain. She slowly fell to the ground, her eyes fixed firmly on the sky, as if bidding farewell to her country and her sisters.

With Maria's fall, the entire German female cavalry was annihilated. This day became the darkest for the female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty. However, the heroic deeds and tenacious spirit of the German female cavalrymen will forever be etched in people's hearts, becoming an immortal legend. They defended dignity and honor with their lives, becoming heroes admired by future generations.