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

Watching the female soldiers fall one after another, the three native leaders showed creepy and ferocious smiles on their faces. They were extremely proud of their carefully planned strategy of shooting arrows at Li Xueruo, because this strategy had obviously achieved great success.

The once orderly formation of female soldiers now resembled ears of rice blown down by a strong wind, becoming a chaotic mess. Their eyes were filled with despair and fear, as if the end of the world had arrived. Their bodies were frozen in extreme fear, unable to move.

Some female soldiers opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out and they could only scream silently; while others stood there blankly as if they were under a spell, completely losing the ability to think.

In this chaotic scene, there are fifty female soldiers with different names and appearances.

First up is Li Fei, her short hair neatly tied to her ears, her eyes firm and resolute.

Next was Li Na, with her long hair cascading down her back and a pretty face.

Then there is Zhang Mengmeng, who always has a sweet smile on her face, which makes people feel warm.

And there is Wang Yue, there is a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.

Zhao Xiaoxuan, she has a tall figure and elegant temperament.

Sun Mengmeng, her voice is clear and pleasant.

Liu Sihan, her skin is as white as snow.

Wu Jiaqi, her smile is as bright as a flower.

Zheng Yaxuan, her eyes are deep and charming.

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Each female soldier had a unique name and appearance, and at this moment, they displayed different demeanors and expressions. Some were pale, as if drained of all color; others were tear-stained, evoking pity. Their bodies trembled slightly, as if they could collapse at any moment. At the command of the indigenous leader, his soldiers pounced on the women like hungry wolves. Their faces were grim, and wielding sharp weapons, they attacked the women mercilessly.

Faced with such a ferocious attack, the female soldiers' movements became incredibly slow, as if they were tightly restrained by a powerful invisible force. They desperately tried to resist, to escape the enemy's pursuit, but their bodies were completely unresponsive. They could only watch helplessly as the enemy's swords mercilessly slashed at them, powerless to do anything.

On this bloody battlefield, Li Li gripped her weapon tightly, attempting to raise it to protect herself. However, her arm seemed frozen by an invisible force; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge. Her eyes were filled with despair as she watched helplessly as the enemy's sword slashed relentlessly toward her, the gleaming blades mocking her powerlessness.

Li Fei's heart was filled with fear. She desperately wanted to turn and run, to escape this horrific slaughter. However, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, so heavy that she could barely move. Her heartbeat quickened, her breathing became rapid, and cold sweat streamed down her forehead. But her body refused to obey her commands. She could only stand there, dumbfounded, as the enemy's swords approached.

Li Fang's eyes revealed an endless sense of helplessness, as if she were praying to the heavens for mercy, hoping for a glimmer of salvation. However, her prayers seemed deaf to the heavens. The native soldiers brandished their weapons, slashing at her mercilessly. Her body trembled, and blood splattered all around, staining the ground beneath her feet red.

Zhang Mengmeng collapsed to the ground in terror, tears streaming down her face. She reached out to grab anything nearby, but it was all in vain. The enemy's blade fell fiercely, and she didn't even have time to utter a full scream before she was dead. Wang Yue gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with defiance. She threw herself at the enemy with her last ounce of strength, but he easily dodged her blow and then stabbed her in the chest, staining her clothes red with blood. Zhao Xiaoxuan staggered and stumbled. A soldier rushed over, knocking her weapon from her hands and then striking her in the neck. Her body slowly fell, her head flying up. Unwillingness still lingered in her eyes, and blood gushed from her neck, a column of blood rising into the air. Sun Mengmeng screamed in terror, her voice drowned out by the shouts of the battlefield. She was kicked down by an enemy, the sharp blade piercing her back, blood gushing out. Liu Sihan crouched on the ground, her head in her hands, trembling all over. The enemy mercilessly struck her neck, decapitating her. Her body twitched a few times before she fell still. Wu Jiaqi, Zheng Yaxuan, and other female soldiers also fell one after another in this brutal slaughter, staining the ground red with blood.

In this horrific massacre, the female soldiers' bodies seemed to be cast under a spell, completely losing the ability to move independently. Their stiff expressions and frozen movements made them seem as if they were tightly bound by a powerful and invisible force, unable to break free.

The once bright light in the eyes of the female soldiers was now obscured by deep fear, despair, and helplessness. It was an extreme fear of death, as if they had seen their lives gradually disappearing under the enemy's swords, and they were powerless to do anything.

The enemy's swords flashed with a chilling cold light, wielding relentlessly, each swing carrying a deadly threat. Like the Grim Reaper's scythe, the cold light mercilessly harvested the lives of the female soldiers. Yet, faced with this horrific scene, the female soldiers could only watch, their bodies as if cast under a spell, unable to move.

Their lives at this moment became so fragile, like a candle in the wind, easily blown out by the slightest carelessness. The enemy's attack was as fierce as a storm, and the female soldiers had no power to fight back, only to surrender, letting the cold swords mercilessly take their lives.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the entire battlefield crimson. That crimson blood seemed to be the female soldiers' final struggle, yet it could not avert their tragic end. Their screams echoed in the air, filled with pain and sorrow, as if narrating the endless suffering and tragic fate they had endured.

Each of these female soldiers had been through hundreds of battles, having endured countless life-or-death trials, possessing the formidable strength of a minor Earth Realm cultivator. On the battlefield, they were like gods of war, slaying countless foes and striking fear into the hearts of their enemies.

However, fate played a cruel trick on them. This time, they encountered a group of indigenous soldiers who were far inferior to them. This battle should have been a foregone conclusion, with victory clearly tilting towards their side.

However, when they witnessed their leader, Li Xueruo, being publicly humiliated and even pierced by thousands of arrows, their inner worlds instantly collapsed. That scene, like a nightmare, was deeply imprinted in their minds and could not be shaken off.

At that moment, their blood seemed to flow backwards, and their muscles instantly stiffened due to extreme tension and fear, unable to move. They stared with wide eyes, looking at everything happening in front of them in disbelief. This was completely contrary to the victory they had expected.

The enemy had obviously sensed their surprise and seized this golden opportunity without hesitation, launching a fierce attack like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. These usually majestic female soldiers were now like lambs to the slaughter, completely powerless to resist.

They could only watch helplessly as the enemy's weapons mercilessly fell on them, feeling the approach of death. In the end, they all died tragically on the battlefield, becoming victims of this tragedy.

This massacre turned these once-brave female soldiers into casualties of war, leaving this world forever. Their departure is not only a personal tragedy, but also a tragedy of the entire war, leaving a deep scar in human history.