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

The setting sun stained the border sky like blood. A howling wind whirled dust across the scarred city walls, echoing like the whispers of the dead. Inside the watchtower, flickering candlelight illuminated faces that were gradually regaining their color, though their paleness was already returning.

Li Xueruo stood there in the center, as if under a spell, her gaze drawn to a magnet as she slowly scanned the familiar figures. Some of these sisters she had fought alongside, others she had shared long conversations with, yet now, they all seemed so unfamiliar, as if separated by a barrier between life and death.

Zhang Mei, the girl from Shandong, had a forthright personality and a hearty laugh. But now, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she were still dreaming of fiercely battling the enemy. Li Xueruo couldn't help but think of the days they'd shared on the battlefield, when Zhang Mei had always been at the forefront, fearless.

Xiao Cui, the sweet little girl who had always been by her side, now wore a thick bandage around her neck, making it unbearable to look at. But unlike the broken and twisted image in her memory, Xiao Cui's chest rose and fell faintly yet firmly, as if silently proclaiming the miracle of life. A warm feeling welled up in Li Xueruo's heart, knowing that Xiao Cui must have defiantly triumphed over death.

And then there was Liu Fang, the usually taciturn girl whose archery skills were divine. Her fingers were even unconsciously curled, as if she were still tightly gripping the deadly longbow. Li Xueruo could almost see Liu Fang calmly firing her arrows on the battlefield, each arrow streaking like a meteor across the night sky, unerringly piercing the enemy.

Fifty vibrant lives, fifty faces that had once lost their luster before her eyes, now lay there quietly, breathing evenly, their vitality gradually returning. Li Xueruo felt a mixture of joy, emotion, and a sense of the fragility of life.

"It was Sister Lin Jin who used the Lin family's secret medicine 'Resurrection Pill' and her Lin family's secret method that not only saved you, but also saved all your sisters!" Murong Ningyan's voice echoed in her ears, with indescribable excitement and deep admiration.

"Resurrection Pill..." Li Xueruo muttered to herself, a wave of shock rising within her. She had heard of miraculous elixirs circulated in the martial arts world, but she had never imagined that such a magical item could actually reverse life and death, bringing an entire squad back from the brink of destruction. Even more astounding was Lin Jin's friendship and courage. The Lin family's secret elixirs and techniques must be priceless, yet she hadn't hesitated to use them on these female soldiers at the border.

A scalding warmth surged from the depths of her heart, quickly spreading to every part of her body. It was the joy of having survived, the excitement of having been resurrected from the dead, and the weight of gratitude and responsibility. How could Li Xueruo have deserved to have allowed her sisters to return together? And how could she not have the dignity to pull herself together after receiving such a great favor?

She slowly walked over to Xiao Cui, reached out her hand, and gently brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead. Her touch was warm, like the warmth of life. Xiao Cui seemed to sense something, her long eyelashes trembling, and she uttered a faint, dreamy mumble: "Captain... be careful..."

Li Xueruo's heart felt like it was being yanked violently, a mixture of bitterness and determination. She abruptly stood up, her gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over each of the sleeping sisters present. Their faces, some beautiful, some innocent, some heroic, some gentle, were a unique sight in the barracks, possessing the delicate delicacy and love of beauty of daughters. They would secretly paint their eyebrows and hair during their rare rest periods, share a treasured snack, and smile brightly at the smallest of things.

But now, even in their slumber, the fatigue and tenacity of battle still linger between their brows. They are not flowers in a greenhouse, but roses tempered by the flames of war! They have shed sweat and blood on the battlefield, shouldered the heavy burden of defending their country on their fragile shoulders, and proved with their swords and guns that women can also stand tall and proud!

"Sisters..." Li Xueruo's voice was a little hoarse, but very firm, "We are back."

She did not lower her voice deliberately. In the candlelight, her eyes flickered with a strange light, a determination to risk her life and survive, a fiery passion to be reborn.

As if she'd heard her call, or perhaps her body's instincts had awakened, Zhang Mei was the first to wake up. She suddenly opened her eyes, still a bit dazed, and subconsciously reached for her waist, where her scimitar should have been. Her fingers were empty, and she realized with a start that she was lying on the ground.

"Hiss..." She tried to sit up, but it affected the wound on her body and she gasped in pain.

"Don't move!" Li Xueruo quickly stepped forward and held her down.

"Captain?!" Zhang Mei's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the person in front of her. "You...you're not dead? I...I'm not dead either?" She pinched her thigh hard, grimacing in pain. "Ouch! It's real! I'm not dreaming!"

Her loud voice broke the tranquility of the arrow tower, like a stone thrown into the water, triggering a chain reaction.

"Hmm..." Liu Fang also woke up. Her eyes were much calmer than Zhang Mei's, but when she saw Li Xueruo, the familiar surroundings, and the other sleeping sisters, a flicker of intense emotion flashed in her eyes. She moved her fingers, feeling the presence of her body, and then her eyes fell on her hands. Those hands had only just been drawing a bow and shooting arrows, fighting enemies.

Xiao Cui also woke up. She blinked in confusion, and when she saw Li Xueruo's face so close to her, tears instantly welled up in her eyes: "Captain... wuwu... I thought I would never see you again..."

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Li Xueruo wiped her tears, her voice gentle but powerful, "We are all back, and everything is fine."

One by one, the female soldiers regained consciousness. After a brief moment of confusion and shock, they were filled with ecstasy at being resurrected and a deep concern for each other.

"Zhang Mei! You idiot, I'm glad you're not dead!"

"Liu Fang, how is your arm?"

"Xiao Cui, does your neck still hurt?"

Greetings, soft sobs, and suppressed laughter mingled, filled with the complex emotions of surviving a catastrophe. Inside the small tower, a strong, vibrant atmosphere filled the air.

Li Xueruo waited until most of the sisters woke up before slowly walking to the center of the room. Her sharp eyes swept over every face that had tears still on it but was full of vitality again.

"Sisters," her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, and the noise gradually subsided, "We all survived."

She paused, her tone becoming extremely serious. "The fact that we can stand here and see each other again isn't because we're lucky, but because of Sister Lin Jin! It was she who used the Lin family's secret medicine, the 'Resurrection Pill,' passed down from generation to generation, and her family's secret method, to rescue us from the clutches of the King of Hell!"

"Sister Lin Jin?" The female soldiers' faces showed confusion and gratitude. Most of them had never seen the legendary Miss Lin, but this life-saving grace was more important than Mount Tai!

"That's right!" Li Xueruo said firmly, "This favor is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea! Our Li Xueruo team owes her a life! We owe the Lin family a favor!"

Her eyes became sharp and firm: "But we can't just think about favors! We are soldiers of Dajing! We are warriors guarding the border! Our lives were saved by Sister Lin Jin, but our duties have not changed! Our battlefield is still ahead!"

"The captain is right!" Zhang Mei was the first to respond. She struggled to stand up, her eyes burning with rage. "Those damn barbarians! They killed so many of our brothers and sisters! This feud is irreconcilable!"

"Yes! Revenge!"

"We fought them!"

"We can still fight!"

The suppressed grief, hatred, and sense of military honor within their hearts were instantly ignited, and the female soldiers were filled with emotion, all chiming in. Having just crawled back from the brink of death, they had a deeper understanding of the preciousness of life, but this did not dampen their fighting spirit. Instead, it only deepened their hatred for the enemy and their resolve to protect their country.

Li Xueruo felt relieved when she saw the fire in her sisters' eyes rekindled. This was exactly the kind of momentum she wanted!

"Very good!" She nodded with satisfaction. "I know everyone is still injured and weak. Sister Lin Jin's elixir is miraculous, but it will take time to recover. However, military intelligence waits for no one! The barbarians are still determined and will surely take advantage of our recent defeat and low morale to launch a new attack!"

She walked to the window, pushed open a crack, and looked out into the dark distance outside the city, where countless hungry wolves seemed to be lurking.

"The general has ordered that our army will launch a counterattack in three days. Our goal is to eliminate the barbarian outpost at Black Wind Pass, curb their arrogance, and buy time for subsequent defenses." Li Xueruo turned around and looked at everyone with a burning gaze. "And our Li Xueruo team has once again been assigned as the vanguard!"

"forward?!"

The word was like a boulder dropped into the water, stirring up a small commotion. Being a vanguard meant the most dangerous mission, facing the fiercest enemy fire, a near-death experience! They had just experienced a crushing defeat, a near-death experience, and now they were going to be vanguards again?

A flicker of hesitation and fear crossed the eyes of some of the female soldiers; it was human nature. The shadow of death was not so easily dispelled. Their faces remained delicate, with a girlish softness. Some girls still had a hint of childishness in their eyes and eyebrows, and some even bore faint scars, medals from past battles, a reminder of the cruelty of war.

Li Xueruo took in their expressions. She didn't scold them, nor did she urge them on. She simply watched them quietly, then slowly, word by word, said, "I know what being a vanguard means. I also know that everyone has just returned from the brink of death, and they are more sensitive to the word 'death' than anyone else."

She walked to a broken bronze mirror, which reflected her pale but resolute face. She stroked her cheek, which had been stained with blood and tears.

"We are women," she said in a voice strangely penetrating. "We have hearts that love beauty. We are afraid, feel pain, and shed tears. Our faces may not be rough enough, but our hands may still retain a touch of delicacy. When no one is around, we can let down our guard and be ordinary girls."

She turned around and glanced at those delicate faces, those faces that were either pretty, gentle, or heroic. Under the candlelight, they seemed to be covered with a layer of holy halo.

"But!" She suddenly raised her voice, her tone filled with unquestionable strength. "When we put on this military uniform and take up the sword in our hands, we are no longer just women! We are soldiers! We are the barrier protecting our homeland! Our beauty lies not only in our appearance, but also in our inner tenacity, in our courage to face life and death, and in our determination to sacrifice our lives for our country!"

"Look at yourselves!" Li Xueruo pointed at each of them. "Zhang Mei, you have two dimples when you smile, like the girl next door, but your swordsmanship has never been inferior to that of a man. Liu Fang, you're usually quiet and like to play with flowers and plants, but when has your arrow ever missed? Xiao Cui, you're the youngest and a crybaby, but in the last battle, who was it that held the enemy's legs tightly and bought us time?"

The female soldiers whose names were called showed expressions of shame, guilt, and pride. Their beauty was indeed not just on their faces.

"Our looks are a gift from God. They may be delicate and pretty, but that's no excuse for weakness!" Li Xueruo's voice was like a war drum, beating on everyone's heart. "Quite the contrary! We must use this beauty to fight the ugliness of war! We must use this seemingly fragile body to unleash the most powerful strength! Let those barbarians see, let everyone see, the daughter of Dajing not only has a stunning appearance, but also a courage that shakes the world!"