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

Chapter 847 Rebirth from the Ashes: The Six Beauties of the Lin Family Die in the Bloodshed to Suppr

The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood. The dilapidated streets and crumbling walls were a shocking sight; the once bustling town was now a living hell. Six women—Lin Xiaoyan, Lin Xuan, Lin Xiaowan, Lin Xiaohong, Bai Jie, and Bai Mei—leaned against a relatively intact section of the broken wall. Their faces still bore the marks of battle and the lingering smoke, but their makeup, as you had previously described, was still exquisitely crafted, like the most tenacious and stunning flowers blooming in the face of utter despair.

Lin Xiaoyan was as fresh and refined as a flower glistening with morning dew, yet amidst the smoke and flames of war, she appeared exceptionally resilient and indomitable. Her clear, watery eyes shone with a firm and resolute light that seemed to pierce through all difficulties and obstacles.

Lin Xuan, like a blooming peony, was elegant and graceful, exuding a noble and elegant temperament in every gesture. However, at this moment, facing the dangerous situation before her, she did not panic but instead showed extraordinary composure and calmness, like an indestructible fortress guarding the peace and tranquility in her heart.

Lin Xiaowan is like a blooming peach blossom, beautiful and charming, but at crucial moments, a chilling and ruthless light flashes deep in her beautiful eyes, leaving people shocked. It turns out that such a powerful force is hidden beneath her seemingly weak appearance.

Lin Xiaohong was born with a charming and lovely appearance. She was always cheerful and innocent. But who would have thought that when a crisis came, she would step forward without hesitation, without fear, even more courageous than a man, exuding an aura of fearlessness and determination.

Bai Jie is like a pink lotus flower peeking out of the water, fresh, elegant, and spotless. Even in the midst of a raging storm, she stands proudly and gracefully, like a fairy descending to earth, inspiring endless imagination and showcasing her pure, flawless, and indomitable character.

White plum blossoms bloom alone in the dead of winter, pure and elegant, with icy skin and jade-like bones, braving the wind and snow. The noble character and unyielding spirit they possess are the spiritual realm that people pursue and yearn for. No matter what hardships they encounter, they never bow their heads or give in, and always maintain their independent personality and dignity.

They had just survived a fierce battle, their comrades either fallen or separated. Ammunition was running low, and their strength was greatly depleted. The enemy was a well-equipped and numerous rebel army; they burned, killed, looted, and committed countless atrocities, leaving devastation in their wake. These six women, from different backgrounds, came together by a shared belief—to protect their homeland and resist tyranny—becoming the core of this hastily assembled yet exceptionally tenacious resistance force.

"Sisters, check the equipment and count the ammunition." Lin Xuan's voice was calm and powerful, carrying a natural leadership quality that brought a sense of security even in such dire circumstances. She quickly scanned each person, her gaze filled with concern and determination.

Lin Xiaoyan deftly checked the rifle in her hand, her voice crisp: "I have five bullets left in my rifle and three in my pistol." Her face was covered in dust, but it did not diminish her freshness at all; instead, it added a touch of heroism.

Lin Xiaowan licked her slightly chapped lips, her alluring eyes now sharp as an eagle's. She brandished the short blade in her hand and a submachine gun with only one magazine left: "Fifteen rounds left in the submachine gun, short blade intact." Her smile carried a dangerous allure, a unique quality that only comes from experiencing life-or-death battles.

Lin Xiaohong held a light machine gun, her face serious, a stark contrast to her usual charming demeanor: "We don't have many machine gun bullets left, about... twenty? And two grenades!" She patted the grenades at her waist, her tone tinged with a hint of pride.

Bai Jie held an exquisite compound bow in her hand, with only a few arrows left in her quiver. She said softly, "There are only seven arrows left, but the bow is fine." Her temperament was aloof and serene, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley, exuding a tranquil power even on the battlefield.

Bai Mei gripped a longsword that gleamed with a cold light; its blade was ancient and clearly not an ordinary weapon. She was the most skilled in martial arts among the six, and also the most composed: "As long as the sword is here, I am here. I still have six throwing knives left." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and resolute, just like her—upright and unwavering.

Lin Xuan nodded, carrying a standard-issue pistol and a command sword. "The situation is dire," she said in a deep voice. "The enemy's main force should be searching for us here soon. We are severely short of ammunition, and a direct confrontation would be certain death. We must find a way to break through or find friendly forces."

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps and arrogant shouts came from the other end of the street. "Search! Search carefully! Those women couldn't have gone far! Find them, and there will be a big reward!" a rough, hoarse voice roared, filled with greed and cruelty.

"They're here!" Lin Xiaohong gripped the machine gun tightly, her small face tense.

Lin Xuan's eyes sharpened: "There are quite a few people. Judging from their voices, it's at least a reinforced platoon, maybe even a company! We've been discovered!"

They were at an abandoned intersection, with virtually no defenses except for the broken wall behind them. Enemies were closing in from three directions; the footsteps grew closer, and a dark mass of figures appeared around the street corner.

"Prepare for battle!" Lin Xuan shouted in a low voice, raising her pistol first.

However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great. The rebels numbered over a hundred, equipped with rifles, machine guns, and even a mortar. The women, on the other hand, numbered only six, were short of ammunition, and were exhausted.

The first round of firefight erupted instantly!

"Da da da!" "Bang bang bang!"

The rebels' firepower was exceptionally fierce; bullets rained down on the broken walls, crackling and sending shards of stone flying.

Lin Xiaohong roared and pulled the trigger, the light machine gun spitting fire and temporarily suppressing the enemy in front. Lin Xiaoyan, with her precise marksmanship, aimed for every shot, her movements calm and swift, constantly changing firing positions to inflict casualties on the enemy. Bai Jie's arrows, like messengers of death, were fired silently; with each twang of the bowstring, a rebel soldier fell to the ground, her arrows never missing their mark.

Lin Xiaowan moved like a ghost, using the broken wall for cover, sometimes peeking out to fire with her submachine gun, sometimes throwing grenades. Her movements were agile and deadly, each appearance carrying the aura of death. Lin Xuan calmly directed the operation, her pistol firing precisely while observing the battlefield, searching for the enemy's weaknesses. Bai Mei, longsword in hand, stared sharply ahead, waiting for her chance to engage in close combat—her battlefield, and the enemy's nightmare.

The battle was exceptionally fierce. With their extraordinary combat skills and unwavering will, they managed to repel wave after wave of rebel attacks. However, the enemy's numbers were simply too great; as one group fell, another surged forward.

"Xiao Hong, machine gun bullets!" Lin Xiaoyan shouted.

"It's gone! The machine gun is out of bullets!" Lin Xiaohong anxiously patted the scorching hot barrel.

Lin Xiaoyan's heart sank; the suppressive firepower from the front immediately weakened. The rebels seized the opportunity and charged forward, howling.

"Bai Mei!" Lin Xuan called out.

"Understood!" Bai Mei responded, her figure flashing like lightning. Her longsword transformed into a streak of cold light as she charged towards the leading rebel soldiers. Sword flashes, screams of agony rang out, and before the rebels could react, they were either decapitated or disemboweled. Bai Mei's swordsmanship was fast, accurate, and ruthless, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, temporarily forcing back the enemy in front.

But the rebels were too numerous, surging forward relentlessly. Lin Xiaowan had run out of submachine gun ammunition. She drew her short blade and engaged several close-quarters combatants. Her movements were unpredictable, her short blade like the fangs of a viper, always striking from unbelievable angles. Lin Xiaohong threw her last grenade. The explosion temporarily halted the attack from the flank, but the blast wave knocked her down, her arm lacerated by shrapnel, blood instantly staining her sleeve.

"Xiao Hong!" Lin Xiaoyan hurriedly turned around to help her, but a bullet grazed her cheek, drawing a string of blood beads.

"I'm fine!" Lin Xiaohong gritted her teeth, got up, picked up a rifle dropped by the rebels, and continued firing.

Bai Jie had run out of arrows. She drew the dagger from her waist and silently stood beside Lin Xiaoyan, preparing for close combat.

Lin Xuan's pistol was out of bullets. She drew her command sword and stood back to back with Lin Xiaoyan and Bai Jie, watching the approaching enemy with a hint of despair in her eyes.

Lin Xiaowan was surrounded by three rebel soldiers, and she already had several wounds on her body, making her movements increasingly slow. Although Bai Mei was brave, she was no match for four hands with two fists. She also took a hit with a gun butt, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. The pressure was getting greater and greater.

"Hahaha! They're done for! Capture them alive! The boss said these women are all top-notch!" The rebel leader grinned maliciously, directing his men to launch a frenzied attack.

A sense of despair enveloped the six women. They had fought to the very last moment, their strength waning. Looking at their wounded sisters and the relentlessly closing in on their ferocious enemies, their eyes were filled with resentment and rage.

"Sisters..." Lin Xuan's voice was a little hoarse, "We can't...we can't be captured alive!" Her eyes became resolute, and she gripped the command knife tightly in her hand, as if preparing to commit suicide.

The other women all wore the same expression. They would rather die in battle than suffer dishonor!

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!

The six women all emitted faint halos of different colors!

Lin Xiaoyan was surrounded by a clear blue halo, like the sky after a rain, pure and full of vitality; Lin Xuan was surrounded by a noble purple halo, dignified and majestic, carrying the majesty of a king; Lin Xiaowan was surrounded by a bewitching pink halo, enchanting and charming, full of allure and power; Lin Xiaohong was surrounded by a lively orange halo, warm and passionate, like the rising sun; Bai Jie was surrounded by a pure white halo, holy and ethereal, as if untouched by worldly affairs; Bai Mei was surrounded by a resilient cyan halo, like a pine tree in the cold winter, standing proudly.

This halo did not come from the outside world, but from the depths of their bloodline, from a mysterious power passed down through generations of the Lin family—the Lin family inheritance, the power of resurrection and rebirth!

Legend has it that the Lin family bloodline contains a dormant, powerful force that can only awaken when a member faces a life-or-death crisis and possesses unwavering resolve. The ultimate manifestation of this power is "resurrection and rebirth"! However, this usually requires specific rituals and triggers, and comes at a great cost, making it extremely rare for anyone to actually trigger it.

However, at this moment, faced with certain death, faced with the overwhelming hatred of their homeland being ravaged and their comrades being slaughtered, faced with the unwavering belief of never surrendering, this power that had been dormant in the deepest part of their blood was unexpectedly triggered ahead of time and simultaneously!

The six women felt an indescribable warm power surge from their hearts to their limbs, instantly dispelling all fatigue, pain, and despair. Their dying bodies seemed to be infused with new life; their wounds healed visibly under the nourishment of the light, and their depleted strength was instantly replenished, even several times stronger than in their prime!

Their eyes changed!

The weariness and despair they felt were replaced by an unprecedented light. It was the light of awakening, the light of power, the flame of revenge! Their faces, illuminated by the halo, were even more exquisitely beautiful, yet also more dangerous, like six Asura flowers blooming in blood and fire!

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!" The approaching rebels were stunned by the sudden sight, their steps halting involuntarily, their faces filled with fear. The leader with the hoarse voice even took a step back in fright.

Lin Xuan felt the surging power within her, the sensation of being able to control everything, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. She raised her head, a purple aura swirling around her, her eyes sharp as knives as she swept over the astonished rebels.

"Sorcery?" Her voice carried a strange penetrating power, clearly reaching the ears of every rebel soldier. "No, this is your... death warrant!"