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

Tang Xiaoxiao put on the Hu Meimei mask in her subordinate's hand again and quietly walked into the dim basement.

Her heartbeat was particularly clear in this silent space, and the explosion outside had alarmed her two companions.

In the silent secret room, Xue Linyuan's voice broke the silence like the first ray of light at dawn.

He asked anxiously, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. "Comrade Master, where have you been? What happened outside?"

His eyes searched in the dimness, as if trying to penetrate the thick darkness and find the mysterious leader.

"Uncle Xue, don't worry, I just went out to take care of some things." Tang Xiaoxiao responded with a smile, and that calmness seemed to be able to calm the tense atmosphere around them.

She walked over to Xue Linyuan and saw that he was safe and sound, and she finally felt relieved.

Pinggang Shantai stood up. Although his Chinese was a little awkward, he showed his sincerity: "Miss Xiaoxiao, I think this is the legendary leader comrade! Thank you for your help, which gave me the opportunity to complete my mission."

Tang Xiaoxiao responded to his respect with a smile, secretly admiring the Japanese soldier's mastery of the Chinese language.

"You're welcome, we're kind to each other. I also want to thank you. It was you who saved Uncle Xue." Tang Xiaoxiao's words were full of gratitude.

Hiraoka Santa responded calmly: "You're welcome, this is my mission."

It turned out that Xue Linyuan was carrying a piece of intelligence concerning the overall situation. The importance of this intelligence made the Communist International send the lurking Pinggang Shantai to carry out a dangerous rescue operation.

At that time, Japan's decline in the Pacific battlefield was obvious, and the instability of sea transportation lines prompted the Japanese headquarters to plan a bold plan at the end of 1943 - "Operation No. ".

This strategy aims to open up a land transportation line across North Korea, China from north to south to Vietnam, build a railway network connecting North Korea and Southeast Asia, and at the same time eliminate the US military air bases in southeastern China that pose a threat to Japan.

On June 1944, 6, as part of Operation Number One, the elite troops of the 24nd Division set off from Shanghai's Wusong Port on four transport ships, including the "22th Kyodo Maru", "Nitou Maru", "Xiaoyun Maru" and the "Xiaoyong Maru" which was captured and renamed by the Japanese army, and were escorted by two destroyers and headed for South China.

Their goal was to first have the 11th Army in Hubei invade Hunan, occupy the key cities of Changsha and Hengyang, and then coordinate with the 23rd Army in South China to open up the Hunan-Guangxi Railway in one fell swoop and open up a passage to the south.

In the darkness and depression, Pinggang Shantai's voice sounded particularly heavy: "How do we get out now? It's only a matter of time before people outside find this place." There was a sense of urgency in his tone, as if time was pressing on their hearts every second.

Xue Linyuan's voice echoed in this small space with a hint of calmness: "The ventilation duct here is directly connected to the outside. We can crawl out along the ventilation duct." His words were like a ray of light, penetrating the darkness and illuminating the direction forward.

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes swept back and forth between the two men, her worry evident in her words: "Can you move now?" She knew that for the two injured men in front of her, every step might be accompanied by pain.

"No problem." Xue Linyuan responded firmly, his voice full of unquestionable determination.

"Okay." Hiraoka Santai agreed. Although his voice was a little weak, his tenacity was not diminished at all.

Tang Xiaoxiao gently supported Xue Linyuan. Her movements were gentle yet powerful, like a touch of warmth in the darkness.

Under the leadership of Xue Linyuan, they found the ventilation duct leading to freedom.

Pinggang Shantai stepped in first, followed by Xue Linyuan, and Tang Xiaoxiao came up behind. They climbed into this unknown passage one after another.

The pipeline is sloped, and although it is not steep, every step is a challenge for them who are seriously injured.

Without the guidance of light, they could only move forward relying on intuition and courage. After an unknown amount of time, a faint light suddenly came into their sight. It was the dawn of hope.

A raging fighting spirit instantly ignited in the eyes of the three men. They tried their best to climb upwards. Finally, the light became brighter and brighter, and the exit was right in front of them.

At the exit was a dry wellhead that had not been used for a long time, covered with a thick stone slab, as if it was the last test of fate.

Pinggang Shantai and Xue Linyuan were exhausted, especially Pinggang Shantai, whose wounds were bleeding again and the pain was unbearable.

Xue Linyuan's condition was not optimistic either. Sweat had already soaked his clothes, and the wound that had just been bandaged began to ache again.

However, at this moment, they had only one thought in their minds - to escape.

Tang Xiaoxiao showed amazing agility and strength. Like a clever gecko, she quickly climbed up the wellhead, planted her feet firmly on the stone wall, used her hands to mobilize her inner strength, and struggled to lift the huge rock pressing on the wellhead. At that moment, the sun shone down, and the breath of freedom came to her face.

Then, with a graceful spin, she used the stone wall as leverage and easily jumped out of the well. What greeted her was endless light and freedom.

Tang Xiaoxiao carefully climbed out of the dried-up well. Her body looked extremely thin in the moonlight, but her eyes flashed with determination.

This place used to be the home of the director of Haizhou Tongren Hospital. The well stands quietly in a corner of the courtyard, as if telling stories of the past.

Tongren Hospital, a place carrying the hope of countless lives. Ever since the Japanese invaders set foot in this ancient city, the director left Haizhou with his family, leaving this mansion in silence.

"This place is not far from the hospital, we have to hurry." Tang Xiaoxiao said to Xue Linyuan and Ping Gangshantai in the well, panting.

People from the secret service headquarters once tried to occupy the house, but because of the deep friendship between the director of Tongren Hospital and Bach of the Municipal Council, those plots were dispelled one by one.

Bach, a German, holds a pivotal position in Haizhou. His schoolmate friendship with the dean makes this house a restricted area that no one dares to touch.

As the smoke of war filled the air, Germany and Japan formed an alliance, and the Japanese were even more in awe of Bach's influence.

Therefore, the house was like being protected by an invisible shield and remained safe and sound. However, at this moment, Tang Xiaoxiao needed just such a safe haven.

She found the old rope used to carry water and examined its durability.

The rope is old, but still as strong as ever.

Tang Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction, then tied one end of the rope to the solid stone pillar beside the well, and slowly lowered the other end into the bottom of the well, preparing to pull Xue Linyuan and Pinggang Shantai up.

"Uncle Xue, come up first." Tang Xiaoxiao shouted down the well, her voice echoing in the night.

"Okay, Sasa, be careful." Xue Linyuan responded. He grabbed the rope and climbed up with all his strength.

The skin on his palms was rubbed raw, but he clenched his teeth and dared not relax even a bit.

Pinggang Shantai watched nervously from the side. He knew that Xue Linyuan's physical strength was approaching its limit, but he also understood that this was their only way out.

Xue Linyuan finally climbed out of the well. His face was covered with dirt and sweat, but his eyes were shining with hope of life.

Tang Xiaoxiao immediately stepped forward to help him wipe the sweat off, then turned to Pinggang Shantai at the bottom of the well and encouraged him: "Shantai, you can do it too, we are all waiting for you."

Pinggang Shantai took a deep breath, grasped the rope, and began the difficult climb.

His body was weaker than Xue Linyuan's, but his willpower was equally strong.

Every rise is a struggle against death and a yearning for freedom.

Tang Xiaoxiao stared at the well mouth and prayed silently in her heart. Finally, Pinggang Shantai also successfully climbed out, and the three of them smiled at each other, exhausted but relieved.

"We have to leave here as soon as possible." Tang Xiaoxiao said. She knew that time was running out and they had to find the next hiding place before the enemy discovered them.