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

Arya quickly calmed down. She observed the attack rhythm and range of the catapults and found that although these catapults were powerful, they were relatively slow to load and fire. Moreover, due to their large size, they were very inconvenient to move.

Seeing the catapults continuously launching huge stones, posing a huge threat to her army, Arya made a quick decision and issued her first order: to disperse the troops quickly to avoid being hit by the stones. The soldiers obeyed the order and quickly dispersed in all directions, forming a relatively loose formation.

Arya then dispatched a squadron of elite cavalry. Clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp swords, they charged out like a whirlwind, their target aimed squarely at the catapult. Their speed was so rapid that they seemed to cross the battlefield in an instant.

However, the Gallic soldiers had clearly been prepared for this. As the cavalry squad approached the catapults, they suddenly discovered that the ground ahead was covered with a dense network of spike traps and chevaux de frise. While seemingly simple, these traps and chevaux de frise were powerful enough to cause even high-speed horses to lose their balance and even fall.

As expected, the cavalrymen's horses stumbled one after another, many caught off guard and falling from their horses. Before they could even get up, the Gallic infantry swarmed over them like hungry tigers, surrounding the fallen cavalrymen. For a moment, shouts and screams of agony resounded throughout the battlefield.

Despite the cavalry's valiant resistance, they were ultimately outnumbered and their attempt ultimately failed. Furthermore, the cavalry's charge further increased the casualties of the troops, making the already tense situation even more dire.

Arya first ordered her troops to disperse quickly to reduce the chance of being hit by the hurled stones. At the same time, she dispatched a small group of elite cavalry to quickly approach the catapults for a close-range attack. The cavalry, brandishing their swords, charged at their target with lightning speed.

However, the Gallic soldiers were well prepared. Before the cavalry could reach the catapults, they had laid numerous spike traps and chevaux de frise. The cavalry's horses were tripped, and many fell, leaving them to be besieged by the Gallic infantry. This attempt failed, and the troops suffered further casualties.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, and the cries of battle were ear-piercing. Alia, the heroic female commander, fixed her gaze firmly on the catapults of the opposing Gallic army. Those behemoths were hurling boulders, inflicting heavy casualties on her own troops.

Arya knew that if these catapults weren't destroyed quickly, the outcome of this battle would be disastrous. She quickly issued orders, and the troops dispersed like flowing water, minimizing the chance of being hit by the stones. In an instant, the once densely packed ranks dissolved into smaller combat groups, moving nimbly across the battlefield.

As the troops stabilized their position, Arya felt a glimmer of hope. She acted decisively and selected a squad of elite cavalry. These were the best of the best in the army, their horses tall and powerful, their riders piercing with gazes and wielding sharp swords, exuding a chilling aura. Arya was convinced that with their speed and valor, they would be able to break through the Gauls' defenses and destroy the terrifying catapults.

"Move!" Arya commanded, and the cavalry squadrons sped off like arrows from a bow. Their figures loomed in the dust, and the clatter of their hooves shook the earth like the beat of drums. The sunlight shone on their swords, gleaming with a cold light, as if announcing the impending victory.

However, the Gallic soldiers were no pushovers. They had already laid numerous traps around their catapults. As the cavalry approached their target at lightning speed, spike traps and chevaux de frise, hidden in the brush, suddenly appeared before them like ferocious monsters. Horses stumbled, their riders unprepared to fall. Screams echoed across the battlefield, and the once orderly cavalry formations were thrown into chaos.

Seeing this, the Gallic infantry swarmed from all sides like hungry wolves. They brandished their weapons and attacked the fallen cavalrymen frantically. The cavalrymen struggled on the ground, trying to stand up and resist, but they seemed so small and helpless under the siege of the Gallic infantry. Blood flowed freely on the battlefield, staining the ground beneath their feet red.

Arya watched this scene from afar, her heart filled with regret and pain. Her plan had failed, and the warriors who had followed her through thick and thin now lay dead in this unfamiliar land. The troops' casualties mounted, and morale suffered a severe blow.

This failed attempt hung over Arya's mind like a nightmare. She knew the battle ahead would be even more difficult, but she refused to give up. She took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts, and her gaze became resolute. She would learn from this failure, forge new strategies, and lead her troops to continue fighting on this cruel battlefield. Even if the road ahead was full of thorns, she would never retreat.