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

After the battles against Loulan and the Canglang League, the fame of the Great Zhou women's army spread like wildfire throughout the Western Regions and the northern desert. Neighboring states, upon hearing of the prowess of the Great Zhou women soldiers, panic seized them, fortifying their defenses and refusing to provoke them. However, some reckless northern barbarians, relying on their vast grasslands and formidable cavalry, still attempted to challenge the Great Zhou's authority.

A hundred thousand cavalrymen from the northern barbarian states surged forward like a surging tide, the sound of their hooves resounding through the air, seemingly crushing the earth beneath their feet. These majestic steeds galloped, their riders brandishing sharp swords, their blades flashing, radiating cold light and carrying endless murderous intent.

The leader of the Barbarian State stood at the forefront, his eyes filled with arrogance and confidence. His voice, like thunder, echoed throughout the battlefield: "The Great Zhou's defenses are vulnerable. Our cavalry is the true king's army! Let those women know that they will tremble under our iron hooves!"

When the news reached the capital, the Empress's expression instantly darkened, her eyes gleaming with anger. Without hesitation, she issued a military order, dispatching Lin Huilian and Liu Mei to lead the women's troops once again.

This time, the women's contingent was even more impressive. They not only brought with them the elite female soldiers from the previous battle, but also displayed more advanced modern weaponry. Tanks gleamed with a cold metallic gleam, like mighty steel behemoths. Their guns pointed forward, ready to unleash a deadly volley.

The armored troops lined up neatly, each vehicle exuding a majestic aura. Their armor was incredibly strong, capable of withstanding enemy attacks. The female soldiers inside, their gazes determined, weapons in hand, prepared for battle.

The motorcycle team sped past like a black whirlwind, their speed as fast as lightning. The riders were nimble and agile, driving their motorcycles across the battlefield, demonstrating unparalleled flexibility and maneuverability.

The entire women's army is imposing and majestic, their figures like a Great Wall of Steel, indestructible. They are determined to defend the dignity of the Great Zhou and prove their worth with their strength. Under the command of the Empress, they will engage in a fierce life-and-death battle with the barbarian nation.

The women's unit quickly reached the border and set up camp in a strategic valley. From a high point, Lin Huilian and Liu Mei gazed across at the barbarian camps of the northern frontier, their eyes gleaming with determination. They formulated a detailed battle plan, determined to utilize the advantages of modern equipment to launch an all-out attack on the enemy.

On the day the battle began, the barbarian cavalry from the northern borderlands surged forward like a tide. Their war cries were loud, and the clatter of their horses' hooves shook the earth. However, as they approached the Great Zhou female soldiers' defenses, they encountered an unexpected attack.

"Fire!" Lin Huilian shouted, and gunfire erupted. Modern firearms blazed with flames, and bullets rained down upon the enemy ranks. The northern barbarian cavalrymen fell from their horses, their screams echoing through the valley. They had never seen such terrifying weapons before, and for a moment they were terrified and lost.

But the leader of the barbarian state was unwilling to accept defeat. He waved his long sword and shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, charge forward and kill all those women!" Inspired by him, some cavalrymen mustered up their courage and continued to charge forward.

At this moment, the Great Zhou armored forces were deployed. Tanks advanced slowly like giant steel beasts, their guns trained on the enemy. With resounding explosions, shells exploded among the enemy, sending up a vast cloud of dust. The barbarian cavalry of the northern frontier was scattered by this sudden attack, many men being knocked to the ground by the shockwaves of the shells.

Meanwhile, motorized troops also flank the enemy. The female soldiers, riding motorcycles, nimbly traversed the battlefield, scattering their firearms at the enemy. Their speed made it impossible for the enemy to track them, and each attack could claim several lives.

Seeing the heavy losses suffered by the cavalry, the infantry of the northern barbarian states were frightened and dared not advance. They huddled together, trying to find a safe place to hide. However, Liu Mei had already arranged a surprise force to quietly outflank the enemy from the rear. When this surprise force appeared behind the enemy, the enemy was immediately caught in a dilemma of being attacked from both front and back.

Amidst the raging flames of war, a surprising force weaved like ghosts through the northern barbarian camps. Their swift movements and tactical agility threw the enemy into disarray. Among this force was a female soldier named Wan'er. With her nimble figure and piercing gaze, she shone like a shining star, and in this bloody battle, she performed with exceptional bravery.

Wan'er, dressed in a formal outfit, wielded a longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if heralding the coming slaughter. Like a nimble cheetah, she charged left and right among the enemy hordes, each swing of her sword accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and wherever she struck, the enemy fell to the ground. Her figure weaved freely among the enemy hordes, as if she were in an empty space, as if even the mighty host could not stop her.

At this moment, a general from the northern barbarian state noticed Wan'er's presence. He was a burly figure with a full beard, his eyes revealing a fierce and brutal look. He roared, brandishing his heavy sword and slashing at Wan'er. The sword whirred with the wind, as if it would cut Wan'er in half. Wan'er's eyes flashed, and she dodged the attack with a nimble move, like a wisp of smoke. Then, she swung her sword back with a sharp and decisive move, and the blade streaked across the general's throat like a meteor. The general stared at Wan'er with wide eyes, disbelief. A gurgling sound came from his throat, and he slowly fell to the ground.

After Wan'er struck down the enemy general, the enemy troops were instantly thrown into a frenzy. Seeing their leader slain, their rage and hatred erupted like a volcano. With roars and roars, they surged towards Wan'er like a pack of hungry wolves spotting their prey. Wan'er was surrounded by the enemy, a dense hail of arrows and sharp spear points swarming around her. The arrows descended like a swarm of locusts, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as if threatening to devour her. Wan'er dodged left and right like a ghost, her longsword slicing streaks of cold light through the air, attempting to deflect the incoming arrows. Each swing of her sword drew a spray of blood, but the enemy's relentless flow was too much for her to handle.

However, the enemy's attacks continued like a tide, and Wan'er gradually felt exhausted. Her strength was constantly draining from the fierce battle, and her breathing became rapid. Just then, an arrow struck her arm. The sharp arrowhead pierced her skin, and the sharp pain made her body tremble violently, and her movements slowed slightly. Then, several spears stabbed at her simultaneously. Wan'er dodged sideways, but was still slashed in the waist by one of them. Blood gushed from the wound, staining her leather chest armor red, the bright red standing out in the sunlight.

Wan'er gritted her teeth, swallowing the pain as she continued to wield her sword against the enemy. Her eyes revealed a resolute and unyielding spirit, as if telling the enemy she would never yield. Each swing of her sword was laced with decisive power, each turn with fearless courage. But the enemy was too numerous, her strength gradually draining, and her wounds multiplied. Her movements grew slower and slower, her steps faltering.

Finally, an arrow struck her chest. With immense force, it pierced her armor and lodged itself in her chest. Wan'er's body trembled violently, and the sword in her hand fell helplessly. She staggered a few times, nearly falling to the ground. She looked up at the dense mass of enemy troops before her, her eyes devoid of fear, only endless determination. She took a deep breath, mustered her last ounce of strength, and lunged towards the enemy. Her body was like a wounded eagle, scarred but still brimming with indomitable fighting spirit.

In these final moments, Wan'er seemed to see the lush green mountains and clear waters of her homeland, and the smiles of her loved ones. She knew she might die fighting in this foreign land, but she held no regrets. She had given her all for her country and her people. Her only conviction was to protect her homeland and ensure a peaceful life for her family.

Just as Wan'er was about to be overwhelmed by the enemy, her sisters finally arrived to support her. Like divine soldiers descending from the heavens, they charged into the enemy ranks and engaged in a fierce battle. Their efforts gradually drove the enemy back, and Wan'er was rescued by her comrades. Though severely wounded, her heroic deeds spread across the battlefield, becoming a legend.

"Sisters, for the honor of the Great Zhou, destroy these enemies!" Liu Mei shouted. The female soldiers' morale was boosted, and they fought even more courageously. After several hours of fierce fighting, the army of the northern barbarian state completely collapsed. They abandoned their weapons and fled for their lives.

The women's army of the Great Zhou pursued the enemy all the way to the northern grasslands before withdrawing their troops.