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

A north wind swept across the land, the setting sun a blood-red. The rebels entrenched in Black Wind City, confident of their high walls, their valiant cavalry, and their elite archers, had long been a scourge, preying on the people and robbing them of their arrogance. However, they were unaware of the iron torrent from the Great Zhou, quietly approaching with the force of thunder.

Previously, a batch of brand-new, modern firearms had been deployed to the Great Zhou army. Though brave, the female soldiers of the Snow Blade Squad were unfamiliar with these new weapons and remained behind for the time being. Under the guidance of their instructors, they diligently practiced their shooting skills and tactical coordination day and night, their eyes filled with a desire to return to the front lines and a fury against the rebels.

At this moment, the main assault on Black Wind City was being undertaken by a young yet powerful new force within the Great Zhou army—the armored corps. This ironclad division, composed of women, piloted mighty tanks and swift armored vehicles, plowed deep ruts across the vast plains, advancing at full speed toward Black Wind City. Their expressions were resolute, their eyes piercing, and every maneuver was precise and steady. Their heroic spirit, no less than that of men, shone brightly in the cold gleam of their armor.

"What's that?" Atop Black Wind City, the rebel leader Heisha narrowed his triangular eyes as he gazed at a group of "black iron lumps" slowly approaching on the distant horizon, his face filled with confusion and disdain. In his and all the rebel soldiers' understanding, war was nothing more than the flashing of swords, the skill of archery and horsemanship. What could these unprecedented behemoths possibly accomplish? The rebel soldiers on the city wall whispered to each other, pointing and laughing, believing it was just some bluff.

The counselor beside Heisha also frowned and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. Judging from its slow movements, it doesn't seem to have much fighting power. Once it gets close, we can repel it with a hail of arrows!"

However, when the gun barrel of the first tank slowly raised and pointed at the top of the city, with the black muzzle like the eyes of the god of death, an inexplicable chill began to spread in the hearts of the rebel soldiers.

"Shoot! Shoot these monsters away!" Heisha roared fiercely but weakly.

In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired from the city. The arrows were like locusts, crackling on the thick armor of the tanks, but they were like drop in the ocean, leaving only a few insignificant white marks, unable to cause any damage at all.

The smiles on the rebel soldiers' faces froze, replaced by astonishment.

"Fire!" The armored unit commander, a stern-faced female major, issued a clear and forceful order via the radio.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In response, the deafening roar of the tank's main gun rang out! Numerous shells, trailing orange-red flames and shrieking through the air, whistled in with pinpoint accuracy like the Grim Reaper's scythe, slamming fiercely into the seemingly solid battlements of Black Wind City!

"Boom——!"

A violent explosion instantly resounded throughout the heavens and earth, sending bricks and stones flying and filling the air with smoke and dust. The city walls trembled violently under the fierce shockwave, and the rebel soldiers on the city walls were terrified by this sudden and devastating blow. The dense rain of arrows suddenly ceased, replaced by terrified screams and a chaotic flight of figures.

A cannonball struck the arrow tower not far from Heisha, instantly crumbling the wooden structure and burying several archers in a shower of rubble and burning wood. Heisha himself was thrown to the ground by the blast, his face covered in dust. His former arrogance was gone, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

"Witchcraft! It's witchcraft!" Some rebel soldiers cried out in despair. They had never seen such a horrible weapon. It was completely beyond their imagination of war.

This was a thoroughly asymmetric battle. The rebels' proud cavalry and infantry were vulnerable to the torrent of steel; the swords, spears, and bows and arrows they relied on for survival were like children's toys in the face of modern artillery fire.

Tanks and armored vehicles continued to advance, alternating between main guns and machine guns, forming an impenetrable web of death. The fortifications on the city walls were ripped apart piece by piece by the artillery fire. The moment the rebel cavalry attempted to charge, they were mowed down by the armored vehicles' machine gun fire, leaving corpses scattered across the ground. The range of bows and arrows seemed ridiculous compared to the tanks' guns, and the sharpness of swords and spears paled in comparison to steel armor.

The defenders of Black Wind City were completely despairing. Their resistance was feeble, their courage crushed by the sheer disparity in power. Heisha collapsed on the city wall, watching his painstakingly constructed nest gradually crumble under the artillery fire, his minions slaughtered like ants, his eyes filled with regret and fear.

"It's over... everything is over..." he muttered to himself.

Yes, it was too late. When the Great Zhou armored forces launched their first artillery shell, the Black Wind City rebels were doomed. This iron-clad division, commanded by women, with its indestructible power, heralded the end of the old war model and brought the dawn of justice to the suffering people.

Under sustained bombardment, a massive breach finally appeared in the city wall. Armored vehicles were the first to charge into the city, their tank tracks rolling over the rebel flags, heralding the liberation of Black Wind City. In the sunlight, the resolute faces of the women soldiers of the Great Zhou armored corps shone with the light of victory. They were the most dazzling heroes of this asymmetric battle. In the rear, upon hearing the victory news from the front, the women soldiers of the Snow Blade Squad lowered their weapons and cheered excitedly. They knew their battle was about to begin, and victory would ultimately belong to the righteous Great Zhou!