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

Deep in the deep and precipitous gorge, a tall watchtower stood like the enemy's ferocious eye. From above, the enemy commander commanded the battle with unyielding confidence, hoping to use this easily defended and difficult-to-attack terrain to block the coalition's advance. However, they had no idea that a group of brave and fearless female warriors were about to deliver a fatal blow to them.

Martha, a courageous and resolute leader, knew this watchtower was a crucial hub for the enemy; destroying it would disrupt their command system. So, she resolutely led a small, elite squad on a perilous journey. They struggled through narrow passages, each step carrying unforeseen dangers. The enemy, like a ghost, could appear at any moment, and skirmishes ensued. Undeterred, the soldiers, with their tenacious spirit and superb combat skills, repelled each attack.

When they finally reached the watchtower after going through untold hardships, the scene before them instantly froze the already tense atmosphere - they saw that the bottom of the towering watchtower was densely packed with fully armed soldiers, who were on high alert, like an indestructible steel line of defense, tightly guarding the entire watchtower.

Faced with such a formidable defense, most people would have been terrified, perhaps even retreating. However, Martha didn't. Her sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, scanned the surroundings calmly and swiftly, taking in every detail. In just a few minutes, she had a clear understanding of her surroundings and quickly formulated a brilliant battle plan.

Martha acted decisively, dividing the squad into two groups. One group was responsible for a feint attack, drawing the enemy's attention. Like a pack of ferocious wolves, they shouted loudly and charged forward fearlessly, holding the enemy back with intense firepower.

At the same time, another group, like ghosts, took advantage of the moment when the enemy was distracted by the frontal attack and silently swerved from the side to attack. They moved swiftly, like hunters in the dark night, shuttling through the shadows, looking for the best opportunity to attack.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the Gorge Pass was shrouded in raging flames. In this smoke-filled battlefield, Emily was like a bright star, shining alone.

The enemy's arrows descended like a swarm of locusts, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as if threatening to tear the world apart. Emily weaved in and out of the rain of arrows, her movements nimble and agile, each swing of her sword capable of blocking several arrows.

However, the enemy's attacks became increasingly fierce, and Emily was ultimately unable to completely avoid them. An arrow struck her shoulder like a venomous snake, causing her body to tremble violently. However, she did not stop, instead charging forward with even greater determination.

Her eyes flashed with an unyielding light, as if burning with a flame. She used her other hand to tightly grasp her injured shoulder, blood gushing from between her fingers, staining her sleeve red.

As the battle continued, Emily received several new wounds, but her steps remained steady. Her comrades were behind her, tightly protected by her body. Every arrow shot at them was blocked by Emily's body, the arrowheads deeply embedded in her body, and blood flowed out like a fountain.

Emily's face grew paler and paler, her breathing quickened, but her gaze remained unwavering. She held only one conviction in her heart: to protect her comrades, at any cost.

In this life-or-death moment, Emily used her last bit of strength to push her comrades to safety. However, she herself, bleeding profusely, slowly collapsed to the ground. The ground around her was stained red with blood, a magnificent symphony composed with her life.