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

The battle in Jiannan Road had not yet ended, but I led the Zuo Shenwu Army to the next expedition and rushed towards Lingnan Road.

As expected, the rebels in Lingnan Road resorted to their old tactics, employing a strategy of defeating them one by one. Zhao Rou's vanguard of 5,000 men was besieged by a 30,000-strong rebel force, putting them in a desperate situation. Despite her bravery at the forefront, Zhao Rou began to feel overwhelmed by the enemy, outnumbering her many times.

As time went on, Zhao Rou's soldiers gradually became exhausted, and the rebels took the opportunity to launch fierce attacks again and again. Zhao Rou was extremely anxious, because she knew that if she could not get timely support, the vanguard would be in danger of being annihilated.

However, the entire army was now surrounded by rebels, making it difficult to break through and reunite with Li Wanjun. Although Li Wanjun's troops were only fifty miles away, they were blocked by the remaining 70,000 rebels, preventing them from rushing to the rescue. Zhao Rou could only lead the remaining soldiers to hold on, hoping for a miracle.

On the battlefield, shouts of killing and the clash of weapons echoed one after another. Zhao Rou brandished her spear, each shot carrying a fierce murderous aura, striking down the rebels one by one. However, the rebels were simply too numerous, pouring in continuously. Zhao Rou's body was already stained with blood, but she gritted her teeth and persisted, refusing to retreat a single step.

Meanwhile, her soldiers were also engaged in a bloody battle against the rebels. They worked closely together, using their own flesh and blood to resist the rebels' attacks. But as time went on, their numbers dwindled, and their combat effectiveness began to decline. Gradually, Zhao Rou's army was surrounded by the rebels, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

Zhao Rou was terribly anxious. She knew that if she couldn't break out quickly, her 5,000 men would be wiped out. So, she raised her arms and shouted again, "Brothers, charge with me!" Her voice echoed across the battlefield, inspiring every soldier. Under her leadership, the soldiers regained their spirits and launched a final charge.

The rebels retreated, and Zhao Rou seized the opportunity to lead the remnants of her force out of the encirclement and into a valley. However, the battle dealt a heavy blow to them, and her vanguard was almost completely wiped out. Zhao Rou gazed upon the devastated battlefield, filled with grief, anger, and helplessness. She knew the battle ahead would be even more difficult, but she would never give up, determined to avenge her fallen brothers.

Before she could even think about what was to come, she heard a gust of wind, and countless arrows rained down upon them. Like the fangs of a demon, these arrows pierced the soldiers' bodies mercilessly, splattering blood everywhere. It was a horrific sight. Instantly, scores of soldiers were pierced by the arrows, collapsing in pools of blood. Their expressions of agony and their cries of misery filled the battlefield.

Faced with the sudden attack, Zhao Rou's face changed drastically, but she reacted quickly and immediately ordered the surviving soldiers to raise their shields for defense. However, due to the fierce battle just now, most of the shields had been damaged or lost, and the remaining shields were far from enough to form a solid line of defense.

As time passed, casualties mounted, and Zhao Rou became increasingly anxious. She knew that if she didn't find a solution in time, she and all her soldiers would be in danger of destruction. At this critical moment, a large group of rebel cavalry and archers appeared ahead, forming neatly and fiercely. At the same time, several massive crossbow carts were pushed onto the battlefield, their ferocious appearance chilling.

Countless feathered arrows and crossbow bolts swarmed towards Zhao Rou like locusts. Her pupils suddenly contracted, and despair surged in her heart. However, her instinct for survival made her react quickly. She brandished her spear, desperately shooting down arrow after arrow.

But the arrows were too numerous, raining down like dense raindrops, and Zhao Rou's strength gradually faded. Despite her best efforts, a crossbow bolt still broke through her defenses and struck her shoulder. Severe pain washed over her, but Zhao Rou gritted her teeth and continued to swing her spear, trying to block the deadly attack.

However, more arrows followed like a swarm of locusts, and wounds continued to appear on Zhao Rou's body. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining her clothes red. Each arrow was as cunning as a venomous snake, ruthlessly tearing her skin and bringing piercing pain.

Her movements became increasingly sluggish, as if restrained by an invisible force. Her eyes gradually lost their luster, their once resolute gaze becoming lost and helpless.

Finally, each arrow pierced her body, its tips embedded deep within her flesh. Her body trembled, unable to bear the immense pain. Blood gushed from the wounds, splashing onto the ground and embedding itself within her flesh. Each arrow was like a ruthless blade, piercing her skin mercilessly, leaving behind streams of crimson blood. Her body trembled, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

The impact of the arrow sent her falling backward, her eyes filled with despair and agony. Blood gushed from her wounds, splattering onto the ground in shocking pools. Her clothes, already stained red with blood, clung to her wet body, as if betraying the suffering she had endured.

As the arrows continued to pierce her, her body grew weaker and weaker, and she finally collapsed to the ground. Her eyes slowly closed, as if bidding farewell to this cruel world. Arrows rained down around her, burying her body and leaving behind only a heartbreaking scene.

Zhao Rou's eyes gradually dimmed, and her body slowly collapsed. In her final moments, countless images flashed through her mind: the warm smiles of her family, the encouragement and support of her friends, and her own unfulfilled dreams.

She was unwilling to die like this, but fate was so cruel. As the last breath dissipated, Zhao Rou's body fell heavily from the horse to the ground, ending her young and heroic life.