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

General Lin Huilian, only thirteen years old, now lay tragically in a pool of blood. Her eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and rage, and she spat out mouthfuls of blood, staining her pale lips red. Her body trembled violently, her legs twitching uncontrollably, as if she were struggling to stand and continue fighting. However, it was too late. A dozen enemy generals surged forward like hungry wolves, their ferocious faces distorted in the setting sun.

At this crucial moment, one of the enemy generals raised his razor-sharp sword high in his hand, the blade flashing with a cold, sharp gleam. His eyes, etched in a savage, bloodthirsty gleam, like a hungry beast, gazing intently at its prey, eager to tear it apart and devour it immediately. He gripped the hilt so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his palms sweating from the strain, and the veins in his arms bulged, as if ready to break at any moment.

At this moment, his heart was filled with endless murderous intent, a desire so intense it threatened to burst through his chest. He gripped the deadly blade tightly, feeling its cold touch and heaviness, as if it were an extension of his rage and hatred. His eyes flashed with madness as he stared intently at Lin Huilian, not far ahead. The rage in his eyes burned like a blazing flame.

He stood there, tightly gripping the incredibly sharp knife, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on Lin Huilian. His heart was filled with rage and hatred, as if a raging fire was raging in his chest. He wanted to rush forward and bring the cold blade down upon Lin Huilian's beautiful yet hateful head, letting her taste the pain of being hurt (because in the previous battle, both of his brothers had been killed by Lin Huilian's sword). He desperately wanted to chop off Lin Huilian's head and avenge his two brothers.

He imagined the exhilarating feeling of the blade slicing into her delicate skin, watching the bright red blood spurt from the wound, splattering onto the cold ground in shocking sprays. He longed to see her delicate face twisted in agony, hear her desperate screams, and feel her fear and helplessness.

He wanted to make her realize how foolish it was to provoke him, and that she would have to pay a heavy price for it. He wanted to use this knife to make her understand what it meant to live a life worse than death, what it meant to regret beyond remedy. Only in this way could he calm the rage in his heart, and find some solace.

He slowly raised his feet and walked towards Lin Huilian, step by step, each step filled with endless murderous intent. The knife in his hand flashed with a cold light, as if foreshadowing a bloody massacre to come...

However, reason told him not to act rashly. He knew now was not the time to act; if he acted rashly, his plan would be thwarted. He had to wait for the right moment, ensuring a fatal strike, leaving Lin Huilian no chance of resistance. Lin Huilian's bravery had shocked him, and now, lying weakly on the cold ground, twitching and struggling, he was unsure if the beautiful general still had the strength to fight back. So, he suppressed his impulse and stood silently, gripping the hilt of his sword, ready to deliver the fatal blow at any moment.

In that instant, time seemed stretched countless times, each second a agonizing century. Yet, his patience remained undimmed. Instead, his resolve to eliminate Lin Huilian only intensified. He firmly believed that with a brief moment of waiting, he would find the perfect opportunity to eradicate this woman from the world forever. When that time came, he would slay this beautiful vanguard officer and, bearing her head, become a hero in everyone's eyes.

Although Lin Huilian was breathing heavily, she still felt a surge of helplessness as she saw the enemy general raising his butcher knife. Was she really going to be beheaded by a vicious enemy general today? She seemed to be in despair. After all, there were more than a dozen enemy generals surrounding her, and not a single soldier was left with her. There were still nearly 1,500 enemies outside (the other 1,500 had already been killed in a battle with Lin Huilian's 1,000 men).

The girl felt dizzy at the thought, and an indescribable pain and anger surged in her heart. She opened her eyes wide and tried to roar, but could only spit out blood.

As the blood spurted out, her body seemed to lose its support. Her chest rose slightly before falling back heavily, and she collapsed once more into a pool of blood. Her thighs began to twitch violently, as if desperately struggling for the last bit of life. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out, only a few weak whimpers from her throat.

Meanwhile, the enemy general watched everything unfold with a cold and ruthless expression. His eyes were filled with triumph and cruelty, and the butcher knife in his hand flashed with a cold light. Seeing that Lin Huilian had completely lost the strength to resist, he raised the butcher knife without hesitation, ready to deliver the final blow.

Lin Huilian's beautiful eyes widened in horror, filled with despair and fear. She stared straight ahead, as if time had stopped. Her body trembled slightly, and a helpless expression crossed her face, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. She knew her head was about to be chopped off mercilessly, and she was powerless to stop it. She could only quietly await death, her heart filled with reluctance to part with life and regret for the future.

This heroic thirteen-year-old general faced a life-or-death moment. Her petite frame seemed fragile in the cold wind, but her eyes gleamed with a resolute determination, like a brilliant star. However, fate seemed unforgiving, and she was about to face her final moments.

Her head, once the one that held so many of her dreams and hopes, now became a coveted trophy. They gazed upon her greedily, like hungry wolves awaiting the fall of their prey. And she could only face it helplessly, unable to escape, with nowhere to flee.

As time went by, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her heartbeat became like thunder in her ears. She knew that death was approaching, and her life was gradually slipping away. Soon, she would become a headless corpse, lying quietly on the land, a victim of war.

Yet, she showed no fear. Instead, she straightened her spine and met the enemy's gaze with a resolute gaze. She would use her final strength to demonstrate the courage and resilience of a young woman. Though her body might fall, her spirit would forever stand firm, inspiring future generations to bravely forge ahead.