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

As the night deepened, the sounds of fighting within Wangbei City had long since subsided, leaving only the groans of the wounded, the shouts of soldiers clearing the battlefield, and the crackling of burning bonfires. The smell of blood and burning mixed with the cold air, permeating every corner of the city.

Agula led a team of hand-picked personal soldiers, torches in hand, as they carefully searched the corpse-strewn battlefield. The pale moonlight illuminated faces twisted and frozen in pain or unwillingness. Some were Hanbei warriors, others were Great Zhou soldiers. They trudged through mud and pools of blood, stepping slowly and slowly to the general area indicated by Zhao Tianlei.

The scars of battle here were the most horrific. The ground had been repeatedly plowed, and weapon fragments, broken flags, and scattered armor pieces were everywhere. There were also many huge signs of damage that was not caused by human power - the result of Lin Wei's power. Agula's heart shuddered. Even though Lin Wei was dead now, recalling the devastating might on the battlefield still made him feel a lingering fear.

"Look carefully! The target is a tall female general wearing silver spiritual pattern leather armor from the Great Zhou Dynasty!" Agula ordered in a low voice.

The soldiers dispersed and carefully identified the bodies among the pile of corpses. Most of the bodies of the Great Zhou soldiers were wearing uniform military uniforms, but the silver armor that represented the highest glory and power should have its own uniqueness even if it was stained with blood in the moonlight.

Finally, at the edge of a depression, a soldier exclaimed, "General! Found it! Here!"

Agula's heart tightened, and he hurried over. Beneath the pile of bodies of several Hanbei Heaven Realm masters, a shimmering piece of silver armor emerged. He signaled his soldiers to carefully remove the bodies. Soon, a body, its face covered in blood, but still recognizable in outline, emerged.

It was Lin Wei.

Lin Wei collapsed quietly to the ground. The blood on her silver armor had dried, leaving dark red patches. Her long hair was tangled like a tangled mess, stained with dirt and blood, covering most of her face, leaving only her wide-open eyes, as if expressing her unwillingness.

The spear in her hand had broken into several pieces and lay scattered to the side. The once gleaming tip had lost its luster, as if mourning the loss of its master. The massive crossbow bolt had lodged itself deeply in her back, leaving a massive and hideous wound, the surrounding flesh a blur of blood and flesh. Although the bleeding had stopped, the horrific wound still shuddered.

A sharp sword pierced Lin Wei's throat, its blade gleaming with a cold light, a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes, wide open, stared fixedly ahead, filled with despair and rage, as if, even in her final moments, she was still fighting against the enemy, trying to protect everything behind her. Fifteen razor-sharp swords pierced her navel, tearing her abdomen to shreds, leaving her intestines and organs spilling onto the ground. These were the marks left by the remaining fifteen Heavenly Realm masters as they struck her, finishing her off. After the crossbow bolt pierced her chest and the sword sealed her throat, they all struck her, the final blow that severed Lin Wei's life. Beneath her was a pale yellow stain, the fluid from her lower body, the final fluid that flowed as she died.

Her body leaned forward slightly, half-kneeling, as if she was trying to crawl forward, trying to continue fighting. Even in death, her fingers were still clenched into fists, as if she was still holding the broken spear, trying to use her last bit of strength to protect what she cherished.

A tragic aura permeated her body, the lingering trace of her unyielding will, etched upon her cold corpse. The surrounding Hanbei soldiers were shaken by this aura, subconsciously holding their breath, afraid to make any noise, fearing to disrupt the eerie silence. Even their previous hatred was suppressed, replaced by awe for this heroic female warrior.

Lin Wei's throat was also pierced by a sharp sword. Her eyes were wide open, with an expression of unwillingness to close her eyes.

Agula took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions within him. He squatted down and carefully brushed the tangled hair away from Lin Wei's face. A pale, bloodless face, yet still chiseled and full of heroic spirit, was revealed. Even in the silence of death, the tightly pursed lips and slightly furrowed brows still revealed a stubbornness and fortitude. This face, depicted with divine grace in the portraits and storybooks of the Great Zhou, was the dream lover of countless men and the idol of countless women.

Agula stared at the scene for a moment, then snapped back to his senses. A flicker of shame crossed his face. He had actually felt a moment of awe for a dead enemy. He shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Come here, lift her onto the stretcher. Be gentle! Remember the general's orders: no harm!"

The soldiers hurriedly wrapped Lin Wei's body in a clean white cloth (a luxury on the battlefield) and carried it onto a makeshift stretcher. Agula personally led the way, as if escorting a rare treasure rather than the corpse of an enemy.

When Lin Wei's body was brought before Zhao Tianlei, the Hanbei commander-in-chief of the southern expedition was standing in the center of the lobby of the temporarily requisitioned Wangbei City Lord's Mansion. The hall was brightly lit, illuminating his stern face.

He waved away his attendants and walked alone to the stretcher, staring down at the human figure beneath the white cloth. He reached out and gently lifted a corner of the cloth, revealing Lin Wei's pale yet resolute face.

There was neither the ecstasy of a victor nor the mockery of a mortal enemy; Zhao Tianlei's expression was incredibly complex. He and Lin Wei were old rivals. A year ago, when he led his troops south for the first time, he was stopped at the border by the emerging Lin Wei, resulting in heavy casualties and a crushing defeat. It was one of the few devastating defeats in his military career, and it left a lasting impression on him, this woman's name.

He acknowledged Lin Wei's bravery and resourcefulness, even feeling a complex admiration for her, a feeling of worthy empathy. But at this moment, his admiration was overwhelmed by the brutality of war and the grandiose political objectives. He saw not a worthy opponent but a "weapon" imbued with immense political and military value.

"How did it go?" Zhao Tianlei asked, his eyes still fixed on Lin Wei's face.

"General, I have cleaned up the blood stains as you instructed, and applied the best preservative spices and medicines. The military doctor said that as long as it is kept dry and cool, the body can be preserved for several months without spoiling." Agula answered respectfully.

"Very good." Zhao Tianlei nodded and put down the white cloth. "First, let the soldiers humiliate this female warrior, let her fall from the clouds to the dust. Allow them to torture Lin Wei's corpse for three days and three nights, and then hang it on the top of Wangbei City."

"Yes!"

"Also," Zhao Tianlei added, "Immediately spread the news of Lin Wei's death in battle, and... the news that her body has been captured by our army. First, use the surrendered soldiers and captured civilians of the Great Zhou to spread the news around Wangbei City. Then, through our spies planted within the Great Zhou, we will continuously send this news back to the heart of the Great Zhou, back to their capital!"

"General, you're wise!" Agula finally understood Zhao Tianlei's plan, and a chill rose from the depths of his heart. This was more sinister and ruthless than simple killing!

Lin Wei's body was tortured by the Hanbei soldiers for three days and three nights. Her honor and glory were completely destroyed!