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

Black Wind City, dungeon.

Dark, damp and smelly.

Flickering torches hung from the walls, illuminating everything like hell. The air was thick with the stench of blood, mold, and the sickening odor of sweat. Various torture instruments were neatly arranged in the corners: red-hot branding irons, rust-stained chains, and a chilling chill.

Li Xueruo was roughly thrown to the cold, damp ground. She remained unconscious, her wounds reopened from the jolt, blood soaking through her tattered clothes and leaving a long trail of blood on the ground. Arrow wounds on her right leg, right arm, and lower abdomen, an axe wound on her shoulder blade, and countless smaller knife wounds and scrapes made her look like a bloody mess.

"Wow!"

A basin of ice-cold dirty water was suddenly poured on Li Xueruo's face.

Ahem..."

Li Xueruo coughed violently, and slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, her head was splitting, and the wounds all over her body felt like they were being pierced by countless needles at the same time. The pain was so severe that she almost fainted again.

"Awake?" A sinister voice sounded in her ears.

Li Xueruo struggled to move her eyes and saw the man who had spoken—Wang Hu. He stood with his arms folded across his chest, looking down at her with a playful, cruel smile, a cat-and-mouse smirk on his face. Behind him stood several ferocious-looking jailers, holding various instruments of torture, their eyes glaring at her coldly.

"Li Xueruo... the captain of the Snow Blade Squad, right?" Wang Hu squatted down and, with a rough finger, gently lifted Li Xueruo's chin with malicious intent, forcing her to look at him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, what a beauty! What a pity she had to be a short-lived female villain."

Li Xueruo's eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice. She stared at Wang Hu intently, her lips moving, but due to extreme weakness and thirst, no sound came out. However, the hatred and unyielding spirit in her eyes made Wang Hu feel inexplicably irritated.

"Pah!" Wang Hu jerked her chin away as if he had touched something dirty. "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink for it! I was trying to give you some respect, but since you're so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He stood up and said coldly to the jailer beside him, "Loosen her muscles! Let her know what it means to be worse than death! If she doesn't tell me what I want to ask, torture her to death!"

"Yes! General!" The jailers showed excited and cruel smiles on their faces and walked forward with their hands rubbed.

Coercion and inducement, a heart as firm as a rock

The first jailer walked up to Li Xueruo with a grin, holding a water-soaked whip.

"Captain Li, confess now," Wang Hu said slowly, sitting on a chair nearby. "Tell me, what is your Northern Expedition Army's siege plan? How many troops are there? Where are the food and supplies hidden? Tell me, and I can spare your life. Not only will I spare your life, but I'll also give you wealth and honor, and let you be my concubine. How about that? With your beauty, following me is better than following those soldiers, right?"

This is his "inducement".

Li Xueruo finally gathered up a bit of strength. Her cracked lips formed a mocking smile, and her voice was as hoarse as a broken gong: "Wang Hu...you...are dreaming..."

"Just talk!" Wang Hu's face darkened. "Hit me!"

"Snapped!"

The water-soaked whip lashed Li Xueruo's back with a whistling sound!

"Ugh!"

Severe pain instantly spread throughout her body. Li Xueruo's body trembled violently, and the wound on her back opened again. Blood instantly seeped out, adding a hideous bloodstain to her already tattered clothes.

"Will you tell me or not?" the jailer asked viciously, raising the whip in his hand again.

"Bah!" Li Xueruo used all her strength to spat a mouthful of blood in the direction of the jailer.

"You're looking for death!" The jailer was enraged and the whip fell like raindrops!

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Whip after whip, fiercely lashing Li Xueruo's back, shoulders, legs... Every part of her body that wasn't seriously injured was mercilessly whipped. Soon, her body was covered with crisscrossing whip marks, bloody and torn.

Li Xueruo gritted her teeth, enduring the inhuman pain. Her consciousness flickered in and out of her in agony, but she never uttered a single plea for mercy. She simply stared at Wang Hu intently, the hatred in her eyes as real as substance.

"Stop!" Wang Hu waved his hand. He realized that simply whipping this woman didn't seem to have much effect.

The jailer stopped, breathing heavily. Li Xueruo was convulsing in pain, her face pale as paper, a mixture of sweat and blood dripping from her forehead.

"Li Xueruo, do you think you can handle it?" Wang Hu stood up, walked over to her, and picked up a red-hot iron that emitted a scorching smell. "This thing is called 'Beauty Cushion'. How about trying it?"

He slowly brought the red-hot iron close to Li Xueruo's cheek. The hot breath made her skin sting.

"Will you tell me or not? As long as you tell me what I want to know, all this will be over." Wang Hu's voice was filled with a devilish temptation.

Li Xueruo closed her eyes, tears mixed with blood falling from the corners. It wasn't that she wasn't afraid, but she couldn't speak. She thought of her sisters in the Snow Blade Squad, remembered their dying glances, remembered the oath they had shared. Her life no longer belonged to her, but to those sisters who had sacrificed, to Dajing, and to the Northern Expedition!

She suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes bursting with final determination: "You bastard! Don't even think about it!"

"Great! What a 'don't even think about it'!" Wang Hu was completely enraged, veins popping out on his face. "Burn her! Destroy her face! I wonder how she can keep her stubbornness!"

The jailer grinned, took the branding iron, and pressed it hard on Li Xueruo's cheek!

"Zi la——!"

The strong stench of burnt flesh spread instantly!

"what--!!!"

Li Xueruo could no longer suppress her pain and let out a heart-wrenching scream! This wasn't the pain of a whipping, but a throbbing pain that penetrated her bones, as if her soul was being burned! Her body struggled violently, and the ropes that bound her tightened her wrists and ankles, leaving them bloody and mangled.

The branding iron stayed on her left cheek for several seconds before the jailer peeled it off fiercely, taking away a large piece of charred flesh and revealing the white bones inside!

Li Xueruo's consciousness was completely swallowed by the severe pain. Her eyes went dark and she fainted again.

"General, she has fainted," the jailer reported.

Wang Hu looked at Li Xueruo's face, which was once so beautiful but now covered with scars and burnt marks. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but was soon replaced by cruelty: "Splash water on her to wake her up! Keep going! I don't believe she's made of iron! Use 'nail fingers'!"

"Nailing fingers" is an extremely cruel punishment. Red-hot iron needles are nailed into the gaps between the prisoner's fingernails one by one.

The cold dirty water once again woke Li Xueruo up. She no longer had the strength to scream, but only gasped for breath, her eyes vacant, and her lips trembling.

As the red-hot iron needles pierced into the gaps between her fingernails one by one, her body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, and she let out painful groans of "ho ho" from her throat. Tears and blood mixed together and continued to flow.

One... two... three...

All ten fingers were injured.

The nails were pierced through, leaving a bloody mess, a horrible sight.

But even after enduring such inhuman torture, Li Xueruo remained silent. Her consciousness drifted in the ocean of pain, supported only by her unyielding faith.

Wang Hu watched Li Xueruo, who had lost her focus but still clenched her teeth, refusing to utter a single word, and a surge of unprecedented frustration and rage welled up in him. He had tortured countless captives—men, women, the elderly, children—using all sorts of torture, always making them speak in despair. But this woman before him was like a block of ice that couldn't be warmed, a stone that couldn't be broken!

"Use the 'Five Horses' torture device! Put it on her!" Wang Hu roared furiously, his voice echoing through the cell, making his eardrums hurt. His face flushed crimson with rage, and veins bulged on his forehead, as if it would burst at any moment.

Hearing Wang Hu's roar, the jailers didn't dare to delay and rushed forward. They quickly dragged out the heavy chains and shackles from the corner. These torture instruments shone with a chilling cold light in the dim light.

Li Xueruo was tied to a wooden stake, her body limp and lifeless. Her hair draped over her shoulders, obscuring her pale face. Her eyes were half-closed, a blank expression, as if she had lost all sense of the world.

The jailers skillfully put chains on Li Xueruo's wrists and ankles, and then locked them tightly with shackles. Every movement seemed cold and ruthless, as if they had long been accustomed to this cruel punishment.

When the last chain was fastened, Li Xueruo's body was completely imprisoned in the "Five Horses" torture device. Her limbs and head were tightly tied to five strong horses, and every joint was stretched to the limit, as if it would break at any time.

At the executioner's command, the horses broke into a gallop. They raced in different directions, their immense force instantly tearing at Li Xueruo's body. Her skin ripped, blood gushing out, staining the surrounding ground red. Her bones cracked, as if protesting the cruel punishment.

Li Xueruo's body twisted in the air, her pain unspeakable. Her eyes were wide open, filled with despair and fear. However, in this extreme pain, a firm belief surged in her heart.

She thought of her sisters from the Snow Blade Squad, who had fought side by side and faced countless difficulties and challenges together. She seemed to see their figures and hear their encouragement and support.

"Sisters... I'm... coming to find you..." Li Xueruo used up her last bit of strength to shout out these words. Her voice echoed in the air, filled with endless sadness and determination.

Then, she took a deep breath, and suddenly, with all her strength, she let out the blood that had been suppressed in her throat like a volcanic eruption! This blood was not only mixed with fragments of her internal organs, but also contained her endless resentment and unyielding spirit.

With a muffled "Puff" sound, blood flew straight towards Wang Hu like a rain of arrows!

In an instant, Wang Hu's face and body were covered with scarlet blood. He was completely stunned by this sudden scene, his eyes wide open and his face full of shock.

As the horses galloped, Li Xueruo's body was gradually torn into pieces. Her bloody flesh scattered on the ground, forming a tragic scene. However, her eyes never closed, as if telling of her unyielding and strong character.

Finally, it was all over. Li Xueruo's life came to an end at this moment, but her spirit will remain in people's hearts forever. With her own life, she interpreted what true courage and faith are.

However, before he could recover from his shock, Li Xueruo's head suddenly tilted, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, and she completely lost her life.

Her eyes were still wide open, staring straight into the distance, as if she could see through the endless void the homeland she longed for. In her eyes, there was a longing for her hometown, a longing for her family, and a trace of unspeakable regret.

But more importantly, it is a kind of inner peace and tranquility that comes after sticking to one's beliefs.

She lay there quietly, her body gradually becoming cold, but her soul seemed to be sublimated at this moment.

She did not surrender. Even at the last moment of her life, she used her own way to show the enemy what a soldier's loyalty is and what a woman's iron will is!

The rest of the Snow Blade team also died heroically in this brutal battle. Not one of them surrendered, not one of them gave in, and with their lives, they composed a magnificent and tragic song.

Wang Hu wiped the blood off his face and stared at Li Xueruo's cold body. He was stunned for a moment before he roared furiously, "Useless! A bunch of useless people! You can't even interrogate a woman!"

He kicked over the torture device next to him and paced around in frustration. He looked at Li Xueruo's face, which was broken but still showed an unyielding will, and for the first time, he felt an inexplicable fear and awe in his heart.

This woman, and the Snow Blade Squad she led, were like a poisonous thorn, piercing deep into his heart.

In the dungeon, there were only cold corpses, flickering torches, and the lingering smell of blood and burnt things in the air.

The story of the Snow Blade Squad came to a tragic end atop Black Wind City. But their spirit, their courage, and their conviction, like the brightest stars in the night sky, forever illuminate the path for those who followed. Their sacrifice was not in vain. The fleeting breach they opened on the city walls with their lives, the brunt of the enemy's forces they drew away with their flesh and blood, buying precious time and opportunity for the following Great Zhou forces.

Not long after, after paying a huge price, Black Wind City, this fortress, was finally conquered by Li Wanjun's female soldiers from the Great Zhou Dynasty. Wang Hu was killed in the battle. When the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty rushed into the dungeon and found Li Xueruo's already cold body, they all burst into tears.

Their heroic names will be forever engraved in the military merit book of the Great Zhou Dynasty and will be immortal.