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

I bid farewell to Lin Yan and Han Shuang and headed to the next location with the Zuo Shenwu Army's mobile force. Our destination was Jiangnan Road. I also found the system amazing. The advantage of the system is that the instructions are clear. I always arrive on time, which is also thanks to the system.

At this time, Li Yanran's Right Jinwu Guards of 5,000 men had entered the Jiangnan Road. Because it was a plain, Li Yanran asked his subordinates to ride faster. When they came to an open plain, some horse traps suddenly appeared in front of them. Many soldiers and their horses fell in. Li Yanran hurriedly ordered to stop marching. At this time, they found that the enemy troops were rushing towards them from all sides. Li Yanran shook his spear and charged into the enemy formation. The soldiers were also encouraged and rushed in.

Unexpectedly, the soldiers who rushed forward were faced with a formation of spears and giant shields. Countless soldiers in front were stabbed by spears. At this time, the giant shields behind the spear formation opened, and the archers fired another round of volleys, and another row of soldiers fell down. Li Yanran was anxious but helpless.

As time passed, Li Yanran's circle of support gradually dwindled, and her situation grew increasingly precarious. Enemies surged around her like a tide, forming a tight circle that trapped her. In this tense moment, Li Yanran displayed unwavering resolve and unyielding courage, stubbornly resisting the enemy's attacks. However, the enemy's numbers far exceeded their expectations, and the situation was extremely unfavorable.

Li Yanran and the remaining three or four hundred soldiers were trapped, their eyes revealing despair and determination. The enemy's arrows were shot at them like a swarm of locusts, and the soldiers dodged left and right, desperately searching for cover.

A soldier, struck by an arrow, collapsed to the ground in agony, his clothes stained red with blood. Li Yanran, distraught, brandished her sword, furiously slashing at the approaching enemy. Her swordsmanship was like a raging storm, each strike imbued with a fierce momentum that deterred the enemy from even approaching.

Another soldier, holding a shield, struggled to resist the enemy's attack. His arms were sore from swinging for so long, but he still gritted his teeth and held his position.

In the fierce battle, the shouts of the soldiers, the clash of swords and the whistling of arrows intertwined to form a thrilling war song. Their figures flickered in the firelight, and every attack and defense was full of strength and courage.

However, the enemy's numbers were too great, and their defenses were gradually compressed. Li Yanran's forehead was covered with sweat, and she knew that this battle had reached a critical moment of life and death.

Li Yanran was extremely anxious, but she did not give up hope. She commanded the soldiers to form a defensive line, supporting and cooperating with each other, and resisting the enemy's attacks as much as possible. Despite this, they were still at a disadvantage and casualties continued to increase.

As the soldiers around Li Yanran fell one by one, her heart was filled with despair and pain. But she still held the sword tightly in her hand and fought the enemy with all her might.

Suddenly, enemy archers took aim at Li Yanran, raining down countless arrows. She tried to dodge, but it was too late. The arrows pierced her body, sending a sharp pain through her, and her vision gradually blurred.

Li Yanran used up her last bit of strength and glanced at her comrades, her heart filled with resentment and regret. She slowly fell to the ground, her blood staining the ground red.