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

In that era of war and smoke, the main Germanic army, like a thunderbolt, launched a breathtaking campaign against Gaul. After the main battle, the core of the Gallic army was ruthlessly defeated, but the battle was not over. The remaining strongholds and castles scattered across Gaul became a stubborn cancer, a target that the Germans must eradicate. And it was the Germanic women cavalry and infantry who took on this arduous task. With their fragile yet incredibly resilient bodies, they wrote their own legendary chapter.

As sunlight streamed across the Germanic camp, female cavalrymen, clad in light yet sturdy armor, mounted their warhorses with heroic grace. Their eyes shone with determination and courage, as if they had already disregarded life and death. Under their control, their horses pawed restlessly, as if sensing the coming battle. Female infantrymen gathered around the siege engines, meticulously inspecting each component, ensuring they would function to their full potential in the crucial moment.

With a rousing horn blast, the clearing operation officially began. The female cavalrymen set out first, their horses galloping across the land like a gust of wind. Their hooves kicked up clouds of dust, which, in the sunlight, resembled golden smoke. Their weapons gleamed coldly, like the scythes of death, ready to reap the lives of their enemies. These female cavalrymen, companions of horses from childhood, have honed their skills in mounted archery. They traversed the mountains and rivers of Gaul like nimble spirits, appearing unexpectedly around the stronghold.

Most of the Gallic strongholds were built on difficult terrain, with steep mountains and rugged roads. But for the Germanic female cavalry, none of this could deter them. With exceptional riding skills and fearless courage, they galloped along the narrow mountain paths. When they appeared within sight of the stronghold, the Gallic soldiers were filled with fear. The female cavalry quickly spread out, forming a circle and tightly blockading the stronghold. Wielding their swords and lances, they issued the strongest possible threat to the enemy.

Meanwhile, the female infantry, carrying heavy siege engines, advanced steadily closer to the castle. These engines, the product of the ingenuity of Germanic craftsmen, provided powerful support for the siege. While lacking the speed and mobility of the female cavalry, the female infantry possessed unwavering perseverance and a tenacious fighting spirit. Each step was firm and powerful, as if declaring to the enemy: victory was theirs.

When the women reached the foot of the castle, the true test began. The Gallic soldiers on the ramparts, hurling stones and arrows from their perch, rained down like raindrops, thumping against the women's shields. Arrows whistled through the air like deadly locusts. Yet, the women remained steadfast. They gripped their shields tightly, shielding each other as they advanced. Using their own flesh and blood, they cleared a safe path for the siege engines behind them.

Amidst the fierce battle, a female infantryman named Ada performed exceptionally bravely. Tall and slender, her eyes shone with an innate determination. When a massive rock hurled its way toward her, she didn't hesitate, quickly raising her shield to block it. But the immense force of the impact caused her to stagger, and just then, an arrow struck her arm. Ada frowned, but she briefly glanced at the wound before continuing to fight. She hefted the battering ram and, alongside her comrades, pounded the castle gate with all her might. Each blow felt like a death knell for the enemy.

Ada led the charge, walking at the front of the column, her steps firm and her eyes sharp, as if she could penetrate the city walls.

Stones rained down like a torrential downpour, and Ada nimbly dodged, swinging her shield to deflect a stone that was about to hit her companion. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hesitation.

Suddenly, an arrow struck like lightning. Ada quickly turned sideways, and the arrow grazed her cheek, leaving a shallow scar. A flash of anger flashed in her eyes, and she gripped the shield even tighter.

Then, another arrow shot towards her leg. Without hesitation, Ada raised her foot and blocked the arrow with her shield. However, the impact of the arrow caused her steps to stumble.

At that moment, a huge rock fell from the sky. Aida had no time to dodge, so she quickly raised her shield and used all her strength to block the rock. The huge impact made her body lean backward, and her legs trembled, barely able to support her body weight.

But Ada gritted her teeth, enduring the pain. Her eyes were filled with determination and unyielding spirit. She knew she couldn't retreat; she had to carve out a path for her comrades behind her.

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and continued to charge forward. The battering ram in her hand made a dull thud as she swung it. Each impact made the castle gate tremble slightly.

Ada's sweat soaked her clothes, and her arms and legs were injured, but her fighting spirit became even higher. Her shouts echoed on the battlefield, inspiring her comrades around her.

Under her leadership, the female infantrymen launched a final attack on the castle gate like an unstoppable torrent.

Just as she was about to climb up the city wall, Ada's body shook and she fell down like a fallen leaf. It turned out that a giant crossbow arrow pierced her throat. She fell down the city wall with her eyes wide open, blood foam coming out of her beautiful lips, twitching on the ground, warm liquid flowing between her legs, and her little tongue sticking out, looking extremely sad and beautiful.

The female cavalrymen were also not idle, harassing the enemy around the castle. Using their horses' speed and agility, they fired at the Gallic soldiers on the walls. Arrows streaked across the night sky like meteors, and from time to time, Gallic soldiers fell. Under the harassment of the female cavalrymen, the Gallic defenses gradually began to show holes.

After a fierce battle, the castle gates were finally breached. The female cavalry and infantry poured into the castle like a tide, engaging in close combat with the Gallic soldiers. For a moment, the castle was filled with shouts and cries of battle, and blood splattered everywhere. With their exceptional fighting skills and tenacious will, the German women soldiers pushed the Gallic soldiers back step by step.

During this campaign, the German women cavalry and infantry exemplified courage and resilience. Despite their fragile bodies, they shouldered the heavy burden of war. Their figures shone brightly amidst the flames of battle, becoming one of the most striking sights of the era. The remaining strongholds and castles in Gaul crumbled under their assault. German flags flew high above the ruins of the castles, heralding the victory of the campaign.

The stories of these heroic German women cavalrymen and infantrywomen will be passed down through the ages. Their spirit, like the shining stars, illuminates the long river of history and inspires generations to fight for freedom and justice.