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

Li Dayong walked hurriedly, thinking about his upcoming destination - Fanghua Bookstore, which was the secret contact point of their underground party.

The owner of Fanghua Bookstore, Yu Fanghua, is a woman in her forties. She looks gentle and virtuous, but she hides tenacity and courage behind her. Her husband and children were unfortunately killed in the South City Massacre, and that bloody massacre completely changed her life. Heartbroken, she chose to join the underground party, avenge her family in her own way, and fight for justice.

Li Dayong walked into the bookstore. Yu Fanghua looked up at him, with a hint of barely perceptible surprise in her eyes.

"Boss, give me a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms," Li Dayong said as he handed the money to the boss. He looked like he was just here to buy a book.

She took the money from Li Dayong calmly, then took out a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms from the bookshelf and handed it to him. This action seemed ordinary, but it was actually a tacit understanding and trust between underground party members.

After Li Dayong left, Yu Fanghua quickly entered the inner room and took out the French currency. There was a piece of paper sandwiched between several French currency notes. The handwriting on the paper was written with a special potion that could only be seen under the light.

She nervously checked the contents of the intelligence, then lit a match and destroyed the intelligence. This was a routine operation among underground party members to ensure the safety and confidentiality of intelligence.

Afterwards, Yu Fanghua walked out of the bookstore and said to Xiao Cui, a clerk in the store: "Xiao Cui, you stay and look after the store. I'm going out of town for a while." Her tone was firm and decisive, as if she had been prepared for it.

"Okay, Manager Yu." The waiter Xiao Cui replied.

She hurried to the city gate and waited in line to leave the city.

At this time, Lieutenant Tian Ye saw Yu Fanghua and greeted him warmly.

Yu Fanghua's relationship with the Japanese and the puppet army was quite complicated. One of her distant cousins ​​followed the commander of the garrison commander, which also protected her to a certain extent.

"It's Lord Tian Ye who is on duty. I'm going out of the city to Xiaowang Village to look for some ingredients. Am I planning to open a restaurant? I'll ask those villagers to provide some game." Yu Fanghua explained the reason for going out of the city with a smile.

"Wow, the game is so delicious!" Lieutenant Tian Ye nodded with satisfaction.

"Please invite Lord Tano to visit us at the opening ceremony. Commander Watanabe will also be there," Yu Fanghua invited.

"Yoshi, Manager Yu, let me send troops to escort you." Lieutenant Tian Ye felt that this was an opportunity to make himself familiar to the commander, and of course he would not miss it.

But Yu Fanghua politely declined: "It's no trouble, you guys are busy. I'm just a nobody, who would bother me?" Her words revealed a kind of confidence and calmness, which made the guarding Japanese soldiers and puppet troops relax their vigilance and let her out of the city without searching her.

After leaving the city, Yu Fanghua went straight to Xiaowang Village and knocked on the door of a farmer's house. A 30-year-old man with an untidy beard walked out of the door. He was the leader of the guerrilla team, Wang Shoucheng.

"Sister Yu, why are you here?" Wang Shoucheng was a little surprised to see Yu Fanghua and quickly welcomed her in.

Yu Fanghua didn't even sit down after entering the room. She told him solemnly, "Have you heard about the disappearance of the Japanese arsenal? It was done by the comrades from the headquarters last night."

"Ah?" Wang Shoucheng opened his mouth in surprise. He had heard about it before, what does this have to do with Yu Fanghua coming to see him.

"They buried the ammunition in a mass grave outside the city. Go and notify the comrades of the 29th Regiment to carry it away at night." Yu Fanghua couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he talked about the mass grave. Who would have thought that the disappearance of the Japanese was actually done by his comrades? Who would have thought that the comrade who was tied to the mass grave to do this was really a strange person.

Wang Shoucheng was surprised and delighted. The comrades from the headquarters were so powerful that they had robbed the Japanese arsenal. This would alleviate the shortage of guns and ammunition in the large army.

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Wang Shoucheng said happily, and immediately went out to rush to the 29th Regiment's base.

"Don't leave in a hurry. I need game. Bring me some from the base. Otherwise, it will be difficult to go into the city without food." Yu Fanghua stopped Wang Shoucheng who was about to leave and said, "Also, the comrades at the headquarters asked us to find a place to bury the bodies in the mass grave."

"No problem." Even if Yu Fanghua wanted mountains of gold and silver, he would find a way to get it for her.

On the other side, after a long and arduous whole day of searching, the Japanese army finally found the transport vehicle that Tang Xiaoxiao had deliberately hidden deep in the Wild Man Mountain in the afternoon.

"Captain Tsuruta, the transport vehicle has been found," a soldier reported.

"Yoshi"

This discovery was like a spring breeze, bringing endless hope and joy to Tsuruta Saburo. The transport vehicle in front of him seemed to carry his lost munitions, as well as his hope of regaining his dignity and honor.

The transport vehicle was found here, and Saburo Tsuruta was convinced that the lost arms must be hidden in this Savage Mountain.

So he made a decisive decision, "Warriors of the Empire, set off, target Savage Mountain."

Saburo Tsuruta commanded the gendarmerie soldiers to immediately launch a mountain search, determined to recover the arms at all costs.

"Ai Yi"

Following Tsuruta Saburo's order, the military police moved quickly like a tiger descending from a mountain. They shuttled through the dense forest, carefully searching every corner.

As night fell, the mass grave was silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the sound of wind breaking the dead silence.

However, in this seemingly peaceful land, a thrilling action is hidden. The members of the 29th Regiment are digging the ground nervously and orderly, looking for the buried munitions, their faces are full of excitement and excitement.

Suddenly, a soldier's shovel hit a hard object. He was inspired and carefully dug the surrounding soil. Gradually, a huge iron box appeared in front of them. The soldiers gathered around excitedly, knowing that this was the munitions they were looking for.

They opened the boxes quickly and orderly, and boxes of brand new guns and ammunition appeared before them. At this moment, their feelings could not be described in words, only clenched fists and faces full of joy.

At the same time, they also sorted out the ownerless bodies according to Yu Fanghua's request and prepared to find a place to bury them.

The head of the 29th Regiment asked happily, "This underground party comrade is really powerful. How did he do it?"

The political commissar at the side replied, "Intelligence shows that some of the Japanese transport vehicles were diverting supplies last night. Comrades from the headquarters seized these transport vehicles and emptied the arsenal one by one. The Japanese soldiers thought they were their own transport vehicles and didn't pay any attention."

"Oh my god, he's truly a god. It would be great if there were more gods like him. We have these weapons and ammunition, but we still lack food, medicine, cotton clothes, salt..." Alas, the Eighth Route Army was too poor and lacked everything.

In this difficult era, the living conditions of the Eighth Route Army were extremely poor, and the lack of supplies became a huge challenge for them. Due to the long-term war and the enemy's blockade, the Eighth Route Army was often short of money, food, and ammunition. Despite such a difficult environment, they never gave up their loyalty and responsibility to the country and the people. The soldiers wore simple clothes, ate rough food, and held less advanced weapons, but they still maintained a high fighting spirit.

The political commissar gently patted the regiment commander on the shoulder and comforted him in a firm and hopeful voice: "It will be fine. We will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties before us and achieve final victory."

As the night faded away, the dawn illuminated the once silent mass grave. The 29th Regiment had reaped a rich harvest.

Wang Shoucheng stood in front of the grave, saluted solemnly to the mass grave, and then led the soldiers back to the base.