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

On the war-torn border, the conflict between the Great Zhou and the Iron Wolf Tribe had raged for a long time. Now, the two sides were at a stalemate. As night fell like thick ink, a hidden war was about to begin.

Liu Mei led her special forces squad, advancing silently under the cover of darkness like a ghost. They were clad in sexy leather armor, their tight-fitting uniforms framing their graceful figures while retaining the warrior's heroic spirit. Liu Mei's eyebrows were arched, her gaze resolute and resolute, her makeup delicate and alluring, her slightly upturned eyes revealing a foxy cunning. Wan'er's smile was like the warm spring sun, her leather armor gleaming softly in the moonlight. Mei Ji's skin was as white as snow, her makeup elegant and fresh, exuding a subtle sensuality.

However, their actions did not escape the eyes of the Iron Wolf Tribe leader. When he learned that such a special female soldier team had infiltrated, he was filled with fighting spirit and was determined to capture all the female soldiers in one fell swoop to undermine the morale of the Great Zhou.

The leader quickly summoned the tribe's most elite warriors. Wielding sharp blades and clad in animal skins, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, they surged toward the female squad like a black torrent, led by their leader.

When the two sides finally met in a desolate valley, the atmosphere instantly grew tense. Moonlight cast a shadow on the ground, illuminating the opposing figures. Liu Mei's eyes darkened, knowing a fierce battle was inevitable. With a gentle wave of her sword, the female soldiers quickly formed a battle formation, ready for battle.

The Iron Wolf leader roared, a roar like the roar of a wild beast, and the warriors rushed towards the female soldiers like a tide. Liu Mei was the first to meet them, her longsword gleaming coldly in the moonlight, like a nimble white snake, weaving through the enemy horde. Her movements were lithe, and each swing of her sword was filled with fierce momentum. In an instant, several Iron Wolf warriors fell to her sword.

Wan'er wasn't to be outdone. Her dagger flew like lightning, engaging the enemy in close combat. Her smile had vanished, replaced by a look of determination. Each strike was precise and powerful, keeping the enemy at bay.

Meiji used her agility to move among the enemy, looking for their weaknesses. The dagger in her hand stabbed the enemy's vital points like a poisonous needle, and the enemies fell to the ground one after another under her attack.

However, the Iron Wolf Tribe's warriors were numerous, each one a veteran of countless battles. The female soldiers gradually fell into a difficult situation. Their strength was constantly depleting, and wounds began to appear on their bodies. Blood stained their leather armor, making it particularly glaring in the moonlight.

As time passed, the female soldiers' formation was gradually broken by the enemy. A warrior from the Iron Wolf Tribe seized the opportunity and pounced on Liu Mei. Liu Mei dodged the attack, but another warrior attacked from the side, slashing her arm. Blood immediately flowed, but she gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and continued to fight.

Wan'er was surrounded by several enemies. She fought hard, but was ultimately outnumbered. An enemy's long sword slashed at her back, and she stumbled, nearly falling. Just then, another enemy's spear pierced her chest. Wan'er's eyes widened. With her last remaining strength, she swung her sword, severing the enemy's spear. However, two more spears simultaneously pierced her throat. She collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open, a warm liquid flowing between her legs, a sign of her incontinence.

Meiji was also in dire straits, surrounded by a group of Iron Wolf Tribe warriors. Her face was etched with fatigue and pain, but she remained firmly gripping the dagger, her eyes gleaming with unyielding determination. Enemy attacks rained down on her, and she dodged left and right, her wounds mounting. Finally, an enemy's longsword struck her neck, sending Meiji's delicate head flying free. Blood gushed from her neck like a fountain, and her headless body swayed before slowly collapsing. A warm liquid flowed between her legs, the final sign of her incontinence.

Liu Mei watched her comrades fall one by one, her heart filled with grief and anger. She roared, charging at the enemy like a lioness. Her swordplay became more frantic, each swing laced with unwavering hatred. However, the enemy's attacks intensified, and her wounds multiplied. Finally, she was pierced through the throat by a dozen spears. Despite her powerful Qigong, the prolonged battle had weakened her internal energy. An enemy general struck her lower abdomen with a hammer, and Liu Mei's breath faltered. Her powerful Qigong was immediately breached, allowing the dozens of spears to penetrate her throat without resistance. Liu Mei's mouth opened wide, gushing blood. Her face was filled with resentment, and her tongue lolled out. The rings on her tongue and lips shone through, yet her appearance was utterly desolate. She could not imagine that such a powerful person would suffer such a fate, and her eyes widened.

Liu Mei's lips were painted with golden lip gloss, which sparkled brightly in the sun, as if her life was as dazzling as the lip gloss. However, her end was so tragic and heartbreaking.

Her body was pierced by more than a dozen spears through her throat, and blood spurted out, forming a sharp contrast with her golden lipstick. Her eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and despair, as if telling of her unyielding and resistance.

The crystal clear tongue and lip rings had lost their former luster and looked particularly desolate. The warm liquid flowing between her legs was a sign of her incontinence and a symbol of her fading life.

The Iron Wolf leader's spear ruthlessly pierced her navel, while another enemy general's spear pierced her heart from behind. Like a candied haws fruit, Liu Mei's body was strung in mid-air, impaled on two spears, one in front and one behind. Her formidable leather breastplate no longer protected her chest. Her body hung in mid-air, motionless, as if frozen in time.

Liu Mei's eyes stared straight ahead, as if recalling her past, yet also anticipating something. The fluid and blood from her lower body dripped onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood. This pool of blood witnessed her final end, as well as her heroism and tragic heroism.

The Iron Wolf tribe leader looked at the fallen female soldiers with a smug smile on his face. He thought the battle was over, but just as he turned to leave, Wan'er, with her last remaining strength, climbed up from the ground. She pointed her long sword toward the sky and let out a weak but powerful cry: "Great Zhou, victory!" Then, her body slowly collapsed, never to rise again.

Liu Mei had not expected that many of the Iron Wolf Tribe leaders and generals were powerful warriors who had entered the Heavenly Realm. Therefore, these female soldiers and generals encountered the attack of the most powerful enemy, and there was a huge difference in numbers and a siege situation, so a miserable defeat and death was their inevitable outcome.

The fierce battle ended, and the valley was filled with the thick smell of blood. The Iron Wolf Tribe warriors had triumphed, but they had paid a heavy price. But Liu Mei and her special forces team exemplified bravery and perseverance with their lives, and their story will be forever etched on this land.