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

Chapter 741 The Bloodshed of the Lin Sisters

The setting sun, like blood, dyed half the sky red and also soaked the ravaged land beneath our feet.

Lin Ping, leaning on her broken spear, knelt on the ground, her chest heaving violently, each breath piercing her ribs with excruciating pain. Her silver armor was tattered and stained with mud and dark red blood, a few stray strands of hair clinging to her sweat-dampened forehead. Not far away, her younger sister, Lin Shu, the once frail girl who couldn't even bear to watch a chicken being killed, now leaned against a charred, broken wall, her hand gripping a rusty short sword, its blade still dripping with the blood of her enemies.

Behind them lay the only pass leading to the main force's retreat. Before them stretched an enemy army several times their size, a dark, endless mass. This was a rearguard action doomed to failure, and when the order came, Lin Ping, as the squad leader, didn't hesitate. To her surprise, her usually quiet and timid younger sister, Lin Shu, also led her ten-man squad in a resolute defense.

"Sister...cough cough..." Lin Shu's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with undisguised exhaustion, "Will reinforcements...come again?"

Lin Ping raised her bloodshot eyes and gazed at the vast, distant horizon, where only the howling wind and circling crows could be heard. She forced a smile, a bitter yet defiant one: "We will. Even... even if reinforcements don't arrive, none of us Lin family members are cowards who retreat!"

She struggled to her feet, the broken gun groaning under its strain. Her gaze swept over the dozen or so wounded soldiers remaining beside her; some had lost arms, others were lame, but in each of their eyes burned a similar resolute determination.

"Sisters, brothers!" Lin Ping's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a powerful, penetrating force. "We've held this position, buying the main force enough time. Now, we have no way out!"

"I'll die with the enemy!" roared a veteran with a missing arm, raising his short knife.

"We shall perish with the enemy!" the remaining soldiers shouted in unison, their voices weak yet resounding.

Lin Shu took a deep breath and stood up with all her might. Her arm was grazed by arrows, and blood soaked her sleeve, but her eyes were unusually firm. She glanced at her sister, Lin Ping, who was also looking at her. Gone was the worry of the past; only the determination to fight side by side and a hint of barely perceptible pride remained in her eyes. That delicate younger sister had grown into a true warrior in this brutal battle.

The enemy launched another charge, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

Lin Ping charged forward first, her broken spear sweeping across, knocking down the leading enemy soldier. Immediately, more enemies surrounded her. She thrust left and right, her spear flashing, each movement a testament to her life's martial arts skills and her final strength. When the spear broke, she drew her sword from her waist; the blade gleamed like snow, each strike carrying a ruthless intent to take someone down with her.

"Thud!" A spear pierced her shoulder blade from the side, the excruciating pain causing her vision to go black. She whirled around, ignoring the spear tip churning inside her body, and with a backhand slash, plunged her blade deep into the attacker's neck.

"Sister!" Lin Shu exclaimed, trying to rush forward, but was entangled by two enemy soldiers. She gritted her teeth, her short sword moving like a serpent, aiming for the enemy's vitals. She was no longer the little girl who would only hide behind her sister; she would fight, for her sister, for the land behind them, and to prove herself.

Lin Ping pulled the spear from her shoulder blade, blood gushing out. She swayed precariously, yet remained standing, like a blood-soaked war goddess. Looking at her sister's disheveled yet incredibly resilient figure, a warm feeling welled up in her heart. This was her sister, the daughter of the Lin family—fierce and unyielding!

“Shu’er…” Lin Ping’s voice weakened, “Remember… the Lin family… has no… cowards…”

With her last ounce of strength, she hurled the broken spear in her hand, its tip whistling as it pierced the chest of an enemy general. Immediately, several swords and blades came crashing down upon her.

"No—!" Lin Shu's eyes widened in horror as she let out a piercing cry. She unleashed astonishing power, forcing back the enemy with a single sword strike, and charged frantically toward the spot where her sister had fallen.

Lin Ping collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving violently, her vision blurring. She saw her younger sister running towards her, her face covered in tears and blood. She tried to reach out and wipe the grime from her sister's face, but it was too late.

"Sister... hold on... hold on..." Lin Shu knelt down beside her sister, trying to stop the blood gushing from her chest. Tears mixed with blood, dripping onto the cold ground.

"Silly...girl..." Lin Ping managed to squeeze out a few words, a relieved smile on her lips, "You...have grown up...good...good..."

Her hands fell limply to her sides, her eyes wide open, her little tongue lolling out of her lips, her thigh twitched, and a warm liquid gushed out, emitting a foul odor. Her head lolled to the side, and she died.

"Sister—!" A heart-wrenching cry echoed across the battlefield.

The enemy troops surrounded her again, completely encircling the lone Lin Shu.

Lin Shu slowly laid her sister's body down. Then, she stood up and picked up her sister's sword that had fallen to the side. The hilt was cold, but it seemed to carry the residual warmth and power of her sister's body.

She turned around, facing the densely packed enemy ranks. Her face was devoid of tears, only a deathly coldness and resolute determination remained. She raised her sword high, its blade pointing straight to the sky, as if declaring to the heavens and earth.

"Daughter of the Lin family, fight to the last moment!"

With all her might, she let out a deafening roar, then charged headlong into the enemy ranks. Blades flashed, blood splattered, and her figure weaved through the enemy ranks like a shooting star, radiating the most dazzling and fierce light in the final moments of her life.

Lin Shu charged into the enemy ranks like a burning meteor, her blade flashing and blood splattering. Her movements were agile and swift, each strike carrying a deadly threat.

However, the enemy surged in like a tide, their numbers overwhelming, and she gradually found herself in dire straits. Despite her valiant resistance, she continued to accumulate wounds.

Finally, a sharp blade struck from behind, piercing deeply into her body. Her body jerked violently, and she nearly dropped her sword. But she gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and continued to wield her sword, engaging in a final struggle with her enemy.

As time passed, Lin Shu's strength gradually diminished, and her movements became sluggish. Taking advantage of this, the enemy launched an even fiercer attack, leaving her with several more deep wounds.

Just then, a giant crossbow bolt shot from behind, piercing her throat and exiting from the front. Lin Shu's mouth gaped open, gushing blood, her small tongue protruding from her lips. At that moment, the remaining enemies swarmed forward, over thirty swords and blades simultaneously piercing Lin Shu's chest and abdomen. Lin Shu's eyes widened, blood gushing from her mouth, her body convulsing, warm liquid flowing from her genitals, emitting a foul odor. Her body stood ramrod straight, like a steadfast pine tree!

In the end, blood gushed from Lin Shu's entire body, her eyes still wide open, filled with resentment and determination. Her hand gripped her sword tightly, as if she wanted to use it to protect the dignity of the Lin family in her last moments.

Blood gushed from her wounds, staining the ground beneath her. Her body grew cold, and the breath of life slowly faded. But her spirit remained forever on this battlefield, becoming the pride of the Lin family.

The sun sank completely below the horizon, and night began to fall. The sounds of battle gradually subsided, leaving only the howling of the evening wind, stirring up clouds of dust and blood.

No one knows that in this desperate rearguard action, two sisters named Lin Ping and Lin Shu used their lives and blood to exemplify the meaning of fortitude, resilience, and the pride of the Lin sisters. They did not receive reinforcements, but they fought to the very last moment, forever etching their courage and growth onto this land. Their story may be buried by the sands of time, but their indomitable spirit will shine like stars in the long river of history.