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

After taking the watchtower, the real battle for the Gorge Pass began, another fierce siege. Like a fearless cheetah, Martha swiftly scaled the ladder. Her eyes were firm and sharp, as if burning with an inextinguishable flame.

The wind whistled in her ears, as if cheering her on but also reminding her of the danger ahead. The shouts of the enemy on the wall and the sound of falling rocks intertwined like a chaotic and piercing symphony. But Martha had only one goal in mind: to climb the tower and fight for victory.

Her hands gripped the ladder tightly, each step filled with strength and determination. Her body adjusted as the ladder swayed, maintaining her balance. Her breathing was steady and powerful, as if she were racing against the wind.

Finally, her hand touched the edge of the city wall. Her heartbeat instantly accelerated, and a strong sense of joy surged in her heart. Without hesitation, she jumped onto the tower.

Once on the tower, Martha immediately engaged in a fierce battle. Brandishing her weapon, she charged at the enemy like a whirlwind. Her movements were swift and precise, each strike carrying a deadly threat. Her figure darted across the tower, leaving the enemy elusive.

However, what greeted her was not the panicked remnants of the enemy, but a cold and deadly jungle of steel. More than a dozen winch crossbows were lined up in a row, their dark troughs gleaming with hundreds of bolts in the sunlight. Martha was suddenly startled, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

"Fire!" With the enemy commander's command, a torrential black rainstorm descended, hundreds of crossbow arrows piercing the wind, shooting towards Martha like meteors. Martha instinctively raised her shield, but it seemed so small and fragile against the dense barrage of crossbows.

Crossbow bolts, like sharp venomous snakes, pierced through her shield and pierced her body. The first struck her shoulder, and the intense pain made her tremble. Then, another pierced her thigh, and she stumbled, nearly falling. But Martha gritted her teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and tried to keep charging forward. She knew she couldn't fall here, with countless comrades behind her looking up to her.

However, more crossbow arrows came like a surging tide, mercilessly shooting at Martha. Her body was like a target pierced by countless fine needles, and she was in unbearable pain.

Crossbow bolts rained down on her chest, each one piercing her flesh with piercing pain. Her arms weren't spared either, their flesh ripping and blood splattering everywhere. Her abdomen became the focal point of the crossbow bolts, their dense plumes piercing her abdomen as if ripping her body apart.

As the crossbow bolts continued to pour in, Martha's body was instantly covered in a dense mass of arrow feathers. Blood gushed out from her wounds like a fountain, staining her armor and the city wall beneath her red. Blood flowed down her body, forming a series of shocking bloodstains, as if telling of the immense pain she endured.

Martha's steps grew heavier, each one a struggle against death. Her legs trembled, as if they might give way at any moment. Her vision blurred, the world before her gradually becoming hazy, her consciousness gradually becoming chaotic. Yet, her gaze remained as firm as a rock, fixed fixed on the enemy ahead; that was her final hope.

In this agonizing torture, Martha's body gradually lost strength. Her breathing became rapid and weak, as if it could cease at any moment. But her heart was filled with indomitable determination. She would use her final strength to devour her enemy completely. She gritted her teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and moved forward step by step.

Martha finally gave up. Her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees with a thud. Like a tree snapped by a strong wind, her body slowly collapsed against the city wall. Her eyes remained open, as if expressing her unwillingness and regret. She mustered her last bit of strength, trying to stand up again, but the strength was gone. A warm liquid flowed between her legs. She stretched them out, twitched twice, and then fell motionless, her head tilted to one side, completely dead.