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

In that ancient and fraught land, the smoke of war, like a ghost, perpetually shrouded the border between Gaul and Germany. Adele, Maria, and other German female cavalrymen of Great Sunday, like valiant gods of war, clad in armor and mounted on sturdy steeds, galloped across the battlefield.

It was a sunny and cloudless day, but the air was filled with tension. They - a group of brave and fearless female cavalrymen, were galloping on their horses when they unexpectedly encountered the Gauls on a narrow road.

The Gauls had clearly thought it through and planned carefully; they had anticipated the possibility of encountering such a situation, so when the battle was about to break out, they were able to quickly and methodically deploy a giant ballista array.

The scale of this crossbow array was breathtaking. The neatly arranged rows of crossbows resembled a herd of ferocious beasts, standing silently and emitting a chilling aura. Each crossbow was armed with massive crossbow bolts, their arrowheads flashing with a cold light, as if foreshadowing the approach of death.

When the Gaulish commander gave the order to attack, the entire crossbow array instantly activated. The crossbows unleashed a deafening roar, a sound like thunder, resounding through the heavens. Crossbow arrows rained down upon the female cavalrymen, streaking past at astonishing speed, their sharp whistles piercing the air as if ripping the world apart.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the female cavalrymen remained undaunted. They gripped their blades tightly and charged forward without flinching. Their courage and determination were admirable, but the power of the Gaulish ballistae was simply too great. The arrows pierced the female cavalrymen's armor with ease, like a sheet of thin paper. Horses fell one after another under the impact of the bolts, their neighing in pain as if denouncing the cruelty of war.

On the battlefield, the female cavalrymen were like a group of ferocious falcons, soaring in the midst of blood and fire. They rode on steeds, held long swords in hand, and had firm and resolute eyes.

Crossbow arrows rained down upon the female cavalrymen. They nimbly maneuvered their horses, dodging sideways while swinging their swords to cut off the incoming arrows. However, the crossbows were so fast that some of the female cavalrymen were unfortunately hit. Blood gushed from their bodies, splattering onto the ground in shocking pools of blood.

Despite being injured, the female cavalrymen did not retreat. They gritted their teeth and continued to charge at the enemy, their long swords waving in the air, each swing carrying a deadly threat, and the enemy's blood splattered in the sword light.

Adele and Maria led the charge, their swordsmanship as swift as lightning, their enemies falling wherever they went. Their figures shuttled across the battlefield like a dazzling light, inspiring their comrades around them.

However, the enemy was numerous and well-equipped. The female cavalrymen gradually felt overwhelmed. Their bodies were covered with wounds, and their robes were stained red with blood. But they remained undaunted, using their last remaining strength to fight the enemy in a desperate battle.

Finally, the female cavalrymen fell one by one, their bodies lying on the smoke-filled land like sleeping warriors. Their eyes revealed their dedication to fighting and their desire for victory. Even at the last moment of their lives, they did not give up.

But the battle for Germany wasn't over yet. Like the brightest stars in the night sky, female generals like Yu Suwei, Lucia, Isabella, and Lena led the follow-up troops in a fierce counterattack against the Gauls with overwhelming force. These women, both wise and courageous, skillfully commanded their troops, exploiting terrain and tactics to gradually turn the tide of battle. After fierce fighting, the follow-up troops finally defeated the Gauls and secured victory.

Miraculously, in the dawn of victory, Yu Suwei, Lucia, Isabena, and Lena unleashed their miraculous resurrection powers, enveloping Adele, Maria, and other fallen female cavalrymen. Their bodies gradually glowed, as if their souls had been summoned back to the world, resurrecting them. After their resurrection, these female cavalrymen's eyes burned with an even more fervent fighting spirit. They knew the battle was far from over, and more challenges awaited them.

Soon, the battle horn blew again. Another wave of Gallic enemies appeared before them. This time, these fearless female cavalrymen threw themselves into the fray with even greater abandon. Adele galloped at full speed, her sword gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Like a flash of lightning, she plunged into the enemy ranks, crushing Gallic soldiers wherever she went. Maria, not to be outdone, nimbly dodged the enemy's attacks while piercing their vital points with her spear. The other female cavalrymen also fought independently, engaging the Gallic enemy in a thrilling and bloody battle.

On the battlefield, shouts of killing and the clash of weapons intertwined, and blood stained the ground red. The female cavalrymen darted through the flames of battle, defending the dignity and honor of the German people with their lives. Every charge was filled with determination to face death; every swing of the sword was filled with anger against the enemy and a desire for victory.

Despite the overwhelming force of the Gallic enemy, the Germanic female cavalrymen showed no fear. Their eyes gleamed with determination, as if burning with endless courage. Under the fierce attack of the female cavalrymen, the Gallic enemy's defenses were gradually torn apart, like a piece of fragile paper, unable to withstand their charge.

On the battlefield, shouts of killing and the clash of weapons resounded through the air. The female cavalrymen brandished their longswords, engaging the enemy in fierce combat. Their postures were nimble, their movements swift, and each swing of their swords carried a deadly threat. Blood stained their battle robes, but it could not conceal their bravery.

Adele, Maria, and other female cavalrymen stood on the battlefield, their breathing rapid, their clothes drenched in sweat. Their faces wore fatigue, but their eyes revealed immense pride. Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and the fluttering flags, they knew this was a victory they had earned with their courage and their lives.

In this war-torn land, the legend of the German women cavalrymen continues. They are willing to sacrifice everything for their homeland and their faith. Their figures, like shining stars, illuminate this dark battlefield. They will forever fight for freedom, for honor, and for the faith in their hearts.