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

Just as the female soldiers were being wantonly humiliated and insulted by the indigenous soldiers, suddenly, a low roar was heard in the distance. The indigenous soldiers looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment, only to see the images of huge steel monsters gradually coming into view.

The shocking appearance of the steel giant

On the vast battlefield, these steel behemoths are like a mobile fortress, their shells gleaming with a cold metallic luster, giving people an unparalleled sense of oppression. When the tracks roll on the ground, the deafening sound is heard, as if the earth is shaking.

The native soldiers stared with wide eyes, their faces filled with horror at the unprecedented behemoth, completely bewildered. They stood there in a daze, paralyzed by the sight. The appearance of these steel behemoths completely shattered their understanding of war, leaving them feeling an unprecedented fear.

Fierce firefight

The steel behemoths' weapon systems began to function. Their muzzles flashed with dazzling light, and massive shells streaked across the sky like meteors, slamming into the enemy with devastating force. The indigenous soldiers watched in horror as the shells exploded in the air, forming vast clouds of fire that engulfed everything around them.

At the same time, the indigenous soldiers were not to be outdone. They raised their weapons and attacked the steel behemoth. However, their weapons were insignificant to the steel behemoth. The shells hit the behemoth's shell, only splashing a few sparks, and could not cause any substantial damage to it.

Scene 3: The brutality of close combat

As the battle dragged on, the steel behemoth gradually approached the indigenous soldiers' positions. Some brave native soldiers engaged in close combat, brandishing their weapons and attempting to climb onto the beast's body. However, the beast's body was covered in a variety of sharp weapons and defensive devices, and the native soldiers were repeatedly injured in the process, staining the ground red with blood.

Despite this, the native soldiers still did not retreat, they used their own lives to fight a desperate battle with the beast. In this tragic battle, both sides paid a huge price.

Scene 4: The Victory of the Steel Giant

After a fierce battle, the Iron Behemoths finally emerged victorious. Their powerful firepower and sturdy defenses overwhelmed the indigenous soldiers, who were forced to retreat. Countless corpses and debris littered the battlefield, leaving it in ruins.

The figures of the steel behemoths gradually receded, their appearance becoming an indelible memory on this land. This battle made people deeply aware of the power of technology and made them understand that in war, strength is the key to victory or defeat.

Roar of the Iron Chariot

On this battlefield, shrouded in smoke and flames, Li Wanjun stood firmly atop the command tower of the steel chariot, her figure as straight as a pine tree, seemingly one with the chariot. Her face was as cold as ice, her eyes gleaming with a resolute glint, as if declaring her resolve and courage to the enemy.

Li Wanjun held the walkie-talkie tightly in her hand, and her voice was clear and decisive: "Open fire!" These two short words exploded on the battlefield like thunder, instantly igniting the passion and fighting spirit of the entire battlefield.

As her command was issued, the light and heavy machine guns and submachine guns on the steel chariots roared in unison. Tongues of flame shot out from their muzzles like dragons of fire, gleaming brightly in the darkness. A dense barrage of bullets poured down like a torrential rain, piercing the air with astonishing speed and force, mercilessly tearing through the bodies of the indigenous soldiers one by one.

The native soldiers watched in horror, their faces filled with despair and fear. Their previously arrogant spirit was instantly extinguished by the overwhelming firepower, replaced by chaos and panic. They tried to flee, but bullets followed them like shadows, knocking them to the ground one by one.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red. Screams echoed one after another, like a symphony of death. On this cruel battlefield, life became so fragile, and death so easy.

Li Wanjun calmly observed the battlefield situation, her eyes as sharp as a hawk's. She constantly adjusted the direction of her firepower, ensuring that every bullet had the greatest impact. Her command was precise and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation.

Under her command, the Iron Chariot, like a ferocious beast, rampaged across the battlefield. Its tracks crushed the enemy's lines, and its artillery fire destroyed their fortifications. Each attack carried unparalleled power, inflicting unprecedented fear on the enemy.

The battlefield was thick with smoke and dust, blurring the view. But Li Wanjun's eyes remained fixed on the enemy's movements. She had only one belief in her heart: to destroy the enemy and protect her troops and territory.

As time went on, the battle intensified. The enemy's resistance grew increasingly stubborn, but Li Wanjun and her troops showed no sign of retreat. Using their courage and wisdom, they repeatedly broke through the enemy's defenses and marched towards victory.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the enemy's defenses were completely broken. The native soldiers fled, their fighting spirit completely broken. Li Wanjun and her troops stood victorious on the battlefield, their faces beaming with pride and joy.

The victory in this battle not only demonstrated Li Wanjun's command and decisive decision-making, but also showcased the tenacity and courage of her and her troops. On this challenging and dangerous battlefield, they wrote a magnificent war song with their lives and sweat.

On the battlefield, the motorized female soldiers rushed towards the enemy like a group of ferocious cheetahs. Their eyes flashed with determination and courage, and their submachine guns in hand continuously spewed out tongues of fire and rained bullets on the enemy.

With the roar of their motorcycles, the female soldiers rapidly approached the enemy lines. They nimbly weaved through the hail of bullets, dodging enemy fire and charging forward at astonishing speed. Each of them was like a well-trained soldier, their movements nimble and precise, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe.

As the female soldiers approached the enemy, they attacked without hesitation. The crackle of submachine gun fire and the enemy's screams blended into a fierce symphony of battle. The female soldiers' shooting skills were expert, and every bullet hit the enemy's vital points, sending them falling to the ground one after another.

During the battle, the female soldiers displayed fearless courage and tenacious fighting spirit. Undeterred by enemy firepower, they charged forward, shielding themselves from enemy bullets with their own bodies. Some were wounded, but they persisted, using their remaining strength to carve a path forward for their comrades.

As time went on, the motorized women's troops gradually broke through the enemy's defenses, sending them into chaos and panic. The women soldiers pressed on, giving the enemy no chance to breathe. Their charge was like a whirlwind, sweeping across the battlefield and crushing the enemy.

In the final stages of the battle, the female soldiers engaged the enemy in close combat. With their submachine guns and daggers, they engaged the enemy in fierce combat, each movement imbued with strength and determination. In this life-or-death struggle, the female soldiers demonstrated tenacious perseverance and an indomitable spirit, ultimately defeating the enemy.

After the battle, the battlefield was filled with smoke and the smell of blood. The female soldiers were exhausted, but their eyes still gleamed with the light of victory. With their courage and wisdom, they won honor and dignity for the Great Zhou court and the people.

Under the fierce attack of modern weapons, the soldiers under the indigenous chief began to gradually collapse. They fled in panic, and the once tight defense line collapsed in an instant.

Shells rained down, sending clouds of dust and gunpowder swirling across the indigenous soldiers' positions. The shockwaves of the explosions toppled soldiers to the ground, sending their bodies flying through the air before slamming back down. Some were left mutilated and bloodied, while others were killed instantly by the shockwave, bleeding profusely from all their orifices.

The roar of machine gun fire was like the roar of death, and a dense stream of bullets swarmed towards the indigenous soldiers like locusts. They tried to block the bullets with their shields and bodies, but it was in vain. The bullets easily penetrated their shields and struck the soldiers, splashing blood everywhere. The soldiers' screams echoed one after another, echoing throughout the battlefield.

The flamethrowers spewed blazing fire, engulfing the native soldiers in a sea of ​​​​inferno. They struggled in the flames, trying to escape this terrible death trap, but the fire quickly spread and engulfed them. The flames licked their skin, singed their hair, and caused them unbearable pain.

Some soldiers attempted to flee, but were blocked by intense fire. They dashed left and right amidst the hail of bullets, unable to break through the enemy lines. Bullets repeatedly pelted their bodies, and they fell to the ground, groaning in agony. Some, before dying, tried to crawl forward, hoping to escape this hellish battlefield, but ultimately collapsed, powerless, their eyes closing forever.

Others chose to surrender, but in the chaotic battlefield, their surrender went unanswered. The enemy's firepower remained fierce, mercilessly killing these soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit. Their bodies were riddled with bullets, and their blood stained the ground red.

The entire battlefield was plunged into chaos and bloodshed. The bodies of the indigenous soldiers lay scattered across the ground, some still in running positions, others huddled together, as if enduring immense pain. Blood flowed from their wounds, forming rivers of crimson, staining the ground red. The air was thick with the stench of blood, making one nauseated.

The brutality of this battle is shocking, and it deeply reveals the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. In this war-torn land, life has become so fragile, so vulnerable. Every soldier is a victim of war, and their death and suffering are deeply saddening.