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

Bloody setting sun, soul broken in lonely city

The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the sky a tragic red.

Beneath the isolated city of Wangbei, shouts of blood and killing shook the heavens, and corpses piled like mountains. The walls had long since crumbled under the relentless assault, bricks and stones mingled with flesh and blood, emitting a sickening stench. Few soldiers remained defending the city, their faces etched with exhaustion and despair, yet they held their swords and spears tightly, using their last remaining strength to defend the land and the people behind them.

Amidst this desperate situation, a small group of women stood out. Though relatively frail, they wore uniform, wielding standard-issue long swords. They moved with swiftness and unwavering coordination. Their leader, Li Xueruo, wore silver-white soft armor stained mostly red with blood. Her beautiful face was stained with dust and gore, but her bright eyes, now sharp as an eagle's, burned with an unyielding flame.

"Sisters! Hold this wall! Our fellow countrymen are behind us, we have no way to retreat!" Li Xueruo's voice was hoarse, but it carried a power that penetrated the noise and inspired every female soldier around her.

Her squad was a vibrant force within the military and an impenetrable line of defense. Once orphans from all corners of the country, they were taken in by Li Xueruo, trained in martial arts together, and joined the army together, their bond transcending sisterhood. On the battlefield, they employed the unique tenacity and agility of women to create one miracle after another, earning the nickname "Xue Rou Squad" a terrifying reputation among the enemy.

However, today's enemies were simply too numerous. They were the elite cavalry of the Black Wind Khanate from the northern steppes, and like a tidal wave, they assaulted the already shaky city defenses. Soldiers on the wall fell one by one, and the breach widened.

"Captain! The west wall is in danger!" A female soldier shouted anxiously. Her arm had been pierced by an arrow and blood was gushing out.

Li Xueruo's eyes flashed, and she made a quick decision: "Zhang Mei, take two people to provide support! The rest of you, follow me to block the front gap!"

"Yes!" The female soldier named Zhang Mei gritted her teeth, tore off the corner of her clothes to bandage the wound hastily, and took two companions with her, rushing to the west like a cheetah.

Li Xueruo took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the long sword. The hilt had long since become slippery with sweat and blood. She knew they had reached their limit. Food was running out, arrows were running low, and even water had become a luxury. But they couldn't give up.

Another wave of fierce attacks began. A burly Black Wind Khanate centurion, wielding a heavy mace, roared and pushed aside several remaining soldiers before charging towards Li Xueruo. The mace came crashing down with a whistling sound and a powerful force.

Li Xueruo did not retreat but advanced. She pointed her toes and her body was as elusive as willow catkins. She narrowly avoided the sharp edge of the mace. At the same time, her long sword was unsheathed like lightning, and a cold light slashed the centurion's throat.

"Sizzle!" With a soft sound, blood spurted out. The centurion's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Good!" The remaining soldiers gave a faint cheer.

But this brief victory could not reverse the tide of battle. More Black Wind soldiers surged onto the city walls, surrounding Li Xueruo and her remaining female soldiers.

"Captain, we are surrounded!" A young female soldier cried out in a crying voice. She was the youngest in the team, her name was Xiao Cui, and she was only fifteen years old.

Li Xueruo patted her shoulder, her voice gentle but firm: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Cui. We are Team Xueruo, we are in this together."

She looked around. There were only seven or eight female soldiers left, all wounded and panting. But their eyes, fixed on her, were filled with trust. Li Xueruo's heart felt like it was being yanked, and a surge of grief and despair washed over her.

"Sisters, today, we may die in battle!" Li Xueruo's voice echoed on the chaotic city walls. "But we are soldiers, warriors protecting our homeland! We would rather die standing than live on our knees! Let these grassland barbarians see the backbone of us women of Great Xia!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Several female soldiers shouted with their last bit of strength. Although their voices were weak, every word was heartbreaking.

Forming a small circle, back to back, they engaged in a final clash against an enemy many times their number. Blades flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. Li Xueruo led the charge, her long sword wielding with swift speed, each strike imbued with mortal resolve. Like wounded lionesses, her female soldiers erupted in astonishing fighting power.

Xiao Cui's arm was cut off, but she used her only remaining hand to tightly hold the leg of a Black Wind soldier, allowing Li Xueruo to kill him. She was then beheaded by another soldier with a scimitar, and blood sprayed all over Li Xueruo's face.

"Xiao Cui!" Li Xueruo's eyes were bloodshot and she let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Grief multiplied her strength, but also exposed her vulnerability. A Black Wind archer, hidden in the shadows, seized the opportunity and fired an arrow, hitting Li Xueruo in the shoulder blade. The sharp pain sent Li Xueruo into a pause.

In this moment of pause, a Black Wind soldier's long sword had already chopped her neck.

The touch of the cold blade made Li Xueruo's consciousness quickly fade. She seemed to see her sisters falling one by one, saw Xiao Cui's final, childish yet incredibly determined look, and saw the terrified faces of the people in the city...

"I'm sorry... I couldn't... hold on..."

This was her last thought.

puff!

Warm blood rushed into the sky, Li Xueruo's head rolled to the ground, and her once sharp and bright eyes lost all their luster.

Almost at the same time, the last few female soldiers around her also perished under the enemy's siege. Some were hacked to death, some were captured and slaughtered after being exhausted, and some, like Xiao Cui, were even more devastated, their heads and bodies separated.

Xue Rou's team was completely wiped out.

The setting sun sank completely below the horizon, and night began to fall. Looking northward, all that remained were the triumphant laughter of the Black Wind Khanate soldiers and the blazing bonfires, illuminating the corpses scattered across the ground like a living hell. Li Xueruo and her female soldiers lay quietly in a pool of cold blood, their bravery a mere speck of blood against the tragic night.

Section 2: Old friends come to the rescue and bring the dead back to health

Shortly after Wangbei City fell, two figures were seen galloping towards them from a few miles outside the city.

A person dressed in a simple long dress, with a beautiful face and a gentle temperament, was none other than Murong Ningyan, the eldest daughter of the Murong family. Although she looked frail, her feet were as swift as a meteor, clearly possessing impressive Qinggong skills.

The other person, dressed in a smart, blue shorts, had a heroic and calm demeanor. She was none other than Lin Jin, the heir of the Lin family, a family of physicians. She carried a large medicine box on her back, her expression solemn, and she walked hurriedly.

"Ning Yan, hurry up! Sister Xue Rou and the others might..." Lin Jin's voice trembled a little, and she didn't dare to think further.

Murong Ningyan's eyes also sparkled with tears. She bit her lip tightly and nodded: "Yes! The news from Sister Wanjun was too sudden. We have been traveling day and night. I hope we can make it in time!"

They were close friends with Li Xueruo. They had been worried about Li Xueruo's garrison at Wangbei City. Not long ago, they received a tearful message from Li Wanjun, Li Xueruo's younger sister, saying Wangbei City was in imminent danger and that Xueruo's team was feared dead. Li Wanjun herself was mobilizing all available forces to rush to the city, but she knew how much her sister and her team meant to her, and she also knew the capabilities of Murong Ningyan and Lin Jin, so she immediately sent them a distress signal.

After receiving the news, Murong Ningyan and Lin Jin were extremely anxious. They immediately put down all the things they were doing and rushed to Wangbei City without stopping, taking some secret medicines passed down by Lin Jin's family.

Finally, they saw Wangbei City, shrouded in darkness. Fires flickered on the city walls, and they could faintly hear scattered screams and the shouts of Black Wind soldiers. The city had been breached.

Their hearts sank to the bottom.

They carefully avoided the patrolling Black Wind soldiers outside the city, and using their familiarity with the terrain and advanced stealth techniques, they made their way to a remote corner of the city, which was relatively desolate and littered with discarded debris.

"The city wall... is littered with corpses. We must find Sister Xueruo and the others as soon as possible." Murong Ningyan's voice choked as she pointed at the shadowy corpses on the city wall not far away.

Lin Jin took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "Ning Yan, you stay alert. I'll come find them. Sister Xue Rou and the others have special markings. I recognize their armor patterns."

Lin Jin took out a few things from her medicine box, which appeared to be some kind of potion that could enhance night vision, and smeared them around her eye sockets. Then, like a swift cat, she quietly approached the city wall and began to search carefully among the piles of corpses.

The darkness was their best cover. After their great victory, the Black Wind soldiers mostly looted and celebrated within the city, leaving only a few sentries on the walls, mostly in relatively untouched areas.

Time ticked by, each second a torture. Murong Ningyan nervously watched her surroundings from the dark, her palms covered in sweat.

Suddenly, Lin Jin let out a suppressed cry, and then immediately covered her mouth.

Murong Ningyan's heart tightened and she immediately sneaked over.

I saw Lin Jin squatting next to a... no, a pile of corpses, trembling all over.

That was the spot where Li Xueruo and her squad of female soldiers had perished. Li Xueruo's headless body lay there, her silvery soft armor reflecting a bleak glow in the dim moonlight. Around her lay her fellow female soldiers, some missing limbs, others wounded by arrows, their deaths gruesome. Xiao Cui's tiny head rolled to the ground not far away, her eyes wide open, as if still uttering a final shriek of resentment.

"Sister Xueruo..." Murong Ningyan couldn't hold back any longer, tears welled up in her eyes, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying out loud.

Lin Jin's face was as pale as paper, but a flicker of determination flashed in her eyes. She wiped away her tears, her gaze becoming remarkably firm. "She's not dead yet! There's still hope! Ning Yan, help me! Quick!"

Murong Ningyan was stunned: "Jin'er, what did you say? They all..." She saw Xiao Cui's severed head and her heart twitched.

"Don't worry about it! Trust me!" Lin Jin's voice was unquestionable. "Move them all to the hidden corner over there! Quick! We don't have much time!"

Although Murong Ningyan was filled with doubt and grief, she had an almost blind trust in Lin Jin's medical skills. She nodded immediately, and together they carefully gathered the bodies of Li Xueruo and all the female soldiers in her squad—including the scattered heads—and moved them to an abandoned watchtower beneath the city wall. This place was relatively hidden and difficult to detect.

The Arrow Tower was a mess, covered in cobwebs and dust. Lin Jin ignored all that and immediately opened her enormous medicine box. Inside was a dazzling array of bottles and jars, exotic flowers and herbs, and even some shimmering, miraculous elixirs.

"Ning Yan, guard the door and don't let anyone in! I'm about to start!" Lin Jin's voice carried an unprecedented seriousness and sacredness.

"Okay!" Murong Ningyan nodded heavily, tightened her grip on the soft sword at her waist, and vigilantly guarded the only entrance.

Lin Jin took a deep breath and went to Li Xueruo's body. She examined it carefully and nodded gently, "The head hasn't been out of the body for too long. There's still hope. There's still hope!"

She carefully took out an ancient wooden box from the bottom of the medicine chest. She opened it, and inside lay three longan-sized pills, golden in color, emitting a faint fragrance that seemed to radiate vitality.

"This is... 'Resurrection Pill'?! Does your Lin family really have this legendary miracle medicine?" Murong Ningyan heard it at the door and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Lin Jin didn't look back and said in a deep voice, "This is the treasure that my Lin family has kept in the bottom of the box. There are only a few of them. I will never use them unless it is absolutely necessary. Sister Xuerou and the others... are worth it!"

She picked up a resurrection pill, carefully pried open Li Xueruo's mouth, and fed the pill in. Then, she took out a silver needle and quickly pierced several major acupuncture points on the back of Li Xueruo's neck and chest.