Spy Wars: I'm the boss, who am I afraid of?

Tang Xiaoxiao left the ward and walked firmly towards the backyard of the hospital, where there was a small forest, a place she often visited.

She knew that only there could she find enough prey to satisfy everyone's needs.

"I have to hurry," Tang Xiaoxiao said to herself, tightly grasping the bow and arrow in her hand, ready to start hunting. She took a deep breath, adjusted her mentality, and prepared to face the upcoming challenges.

At the same time, in the ward, Tang Tianque was talking with Qu Xuebin and others, discussing the next military deployment.

"Old Qu, what's the situation on the front line?" Tang Tianque's voice echoed in the ward, like a sharpened steel knife, weak but still strong. His eyes seemed to be able to travel thousands of miles through the white bed sheets, looking directly at the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

Qu Xuebin, the loyal deputy, had a frown on his face, bearing the marks of time and war.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "The Japanese have indeed retreated, but their retreat does not mean the end. They may be planning a new offensive, and we can't take it lightly." His words were full of vigilance, and every sentence was like a hidden arrow thrown into the enemy's heart.

The air in the ward seemed frozen, with only the rustling sound of the curtains being blown by the breeze outside the window. Tang Tianque's eyes became sharper, as he knew that Qu Xuebin's judgment was not groundless, but was based on a deep understanding of the enemy and a keen insight into the battlefield.

"Commander," said a young staff officer, his eyes filled with concern, "the losses in this battle are too heavy. The ammunition reserves of each regiment are approaching the edge of danger. If we cannot quickly resupply, I am afraid we will not be able to effectively resist the next round of offensive by the Japanese army."

The staff officer's words were full of urgency. His worries were not groundless. Behind every number was a vibrant and brave life. Lack of sufficient ammunition meant that our soldiers would face even more severe tests of life and death.

Tang Tianque slowly closed his eyes, and the brief silence seemed to gather his determination. Then, his voice was light but revealed an unquestionable firmness: "Xiaoxiao successfully emptied the Japanese arsenal last time. There are still enough bullets and their unique melon grenades in stock. Order each regiment to go to the logistics department to collect them. However, the reserve of artillery shells may not be optimistic."

Outside the ward, Tang Xiaoxiao had already entered the woods. She moved skillfully between the trees, looking for suitable prey. Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and her ears were sensitive to capture every subtle movement.

Suddenly, a hare appeared in her sight, foraging in the grass without noticing. Tang Xiaoxiao aimed at the target, gently pulled the string, and then let go. The arrow shot out like lightning and hit the rabbit's vital point.

She quickly stepped forward, took down the rabbit, and then continued to move forward to look for more prey. She had only one thought in her mind, which was to return to the hospital as soon as possible and cook a hearty meal for her brother and the soldiers.

A few hours later, Tang Xiaoxiao returned to the hospital with a bag full of prey.

After several hours of hard hunting, Tang Xiaoxiao returned with a full load. Her shoulders carried a bulging cloth bag filled with fresh prey that she had carefully caught deep in the forest.

These prey, whether birds with glittering feathers or fish with shiny scales, are witness to her resourcefulness and courage in nature.

Her face was filled with satisfaction and pride, as if the prey were not only necessities for survival, but also works of art that she had carefully carved. Every feather and every scale embodied her sweat, wisdom and endless patience.

After returning to the familiar hospital, Tang Xiaoxiao did not go to her brother's ward immediately. She chose to stay in the kitchen first, hoping to take this opportunity to learn from him and save her pitiful cooking skills.

She stood quietly by, following the chef's every move with her eyes like an eagle. From the selection, cleaning and cutting of ingredients to the control of the cooking temperature and seasoning, she did not want to miss any detail and felt and understood it with her heart.

However, there is always a gap between ideal and reality. Although she was fully focused, the complicated cooking techniques and delicate heat control were like deciphering a strange language, which was confusing to her.

Tang Xiaoxiao was deeply aware that she might be more adapted to fighting on the battlefield, wielding a sword and moving forward bravely, rather than having a delicate conversation with fire and ingredients in this small kitchen.

She looked at her hands that had once been omnipotent on the battlefield, but now seemed so clumsy and helpless.

With a hint of regret, Tang Xiaoxiao picked up the plate of steaming food and slowly walked into her brother's ward.

Her smile was warm and kind, like sunshine shining into every corner of the ward, dispelling the haze brought by the illness.

She carefully placed the food on the bedside table, then looked at Tang Tianque on the bed and said softly, "Brother, try it. I hope you will like it."

Tang Tianque looked at the food in front of him, then looked at his sister, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

There was no contempt in his words. He was just recalling the "disastrous" results of Tang Xiaoxiao's past attempts at cooking. That unique taste was unforgettable to him.

"Did you really do this?" he asked, a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

Hearing her brother's words, Tang Xiaoxiao frowned slightly. She realized that her brother was joking and couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

She pouted and responded with a little coquettishness: "Brother, you are annoying."

Tang Tianque sat on the hospital bed, frowning slightly, enduring the pain in his body, and scooped up a spoonful of steaming chicken soup with a determined look.

He slowly brought the spoon close to his lips and carefully let the rich soup slide over the tip of his tongue.

A mellow aroma instantly spreads in the mouth, not greasy but very memorable, and the delicious taste is also revealed with a hint of warmth.

Tang Tianque's brows relaxed slightly and he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this was not the work of his sister Tang Xiaoxiao, but must be done by another expert.

In the following days, Tang Xiaoxiao came to the hospital almost every day, and her figure shuttled in and out of the ward, not only to visit her brother, but also for a secret plan.

She decided to bring about the relationship between Tang Tianque and He Xueya, even though it didn't seem easy.

Tang Xiaoxiao began to cleverly create opportunities to allow Dr. He Xueya and Tang Tianque to have more time alone together.

Tang Xiaoxiao specifically talked about He Xueya in front of Tang Tianque, and her words were full of praise and appreciation.

"Sister He is really excellent. She is so considerate to everyone. It would be great if Sister He could become my sister-in-law."

Tang Xiaoxiao said, and upon hearing this, an imperceptible blush passed across Tang Tianque's cheeks. He tried to change the subject, but Tang Xiaoxiao insisted on continuing the conversation, hoping that his brother could give her some support.

Although Tang Tianque did not respond directly, his silence said it all. He began to seriously think about whether it was possible for his relationship with He Xueya to develop.

As time went by, Tang Tianque's physical condition gradually improved, and his relationship with He Xueya also changed quietly.

They began to share their stories, talk about life outside the war, and even began to plan for their post-war future.

The military fortitude in Tang Tianque's heart was moved by He Xueya's warmth. He began to look forward to peace and to welcoming the day of peace with He Xueya.

However, the cruelty of the war did not stop because of their emotions. Tang Tianque understood that as a soldier, he had the responsibility to return to the front line to protect the country and the people.

On the day of their separation, he held He Xueya's hand tightly and said to her with a firm gaze: "Comrade He Xueya, I want to develop a revolutionary partnership with you."

In He Xueya's eyes, crystal tears sparkled in the sunlight. They were tears of emotion and also a firm commitment. She nodded vigorously, silently expressing her understanding and support.

Tang Xiaoxiao stood aside, watching this scene, her heart filled with relief.

Thankfully, her brother came to his senses.

Her efforts were not in vain, He Xueya finally became her sister-in-law.