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

At the 29th Regiment’s base, the early morning light quietly descended, gently brushing across the vast fields, decorating this land sleeping in the morning light into a poetic and picturesque look.

The golden light is like delicate brocade, gently covering every inch of land, casting a mysterious veil over this quiet world.

In the military camp, although the outward tranquility remained, there was an atmosphere of tension in the air that could not be ignored, as if one could touch the soldiers' inner fortitude and determination.

Their breathing intertwined in the morning breeze, deep and powerful, like a silent war song, echoing in every corner of the camp.

The regiment leader stood in the core area of ​​the camp, the sun shining on him, outlining a majestic and solemn silhouette. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he examined the neatly arranged supplies one by one.

The abundant supplies are piled up like towering mountains, among which the golden grains are piled up like undulating hills, sparkling alluringly in the sun, while bags of carefully packed medical supplies are quietly standing by, forming a picture of vitality and security.

Together with the massive amount of munitions seized from the enemy's arsenal, they were enough to support several exciting battles. These sufficient reserves ensured that the entire team would not have to worry about supply for at least the next six months.

Witnessing this scene, the team leader smiled so brightly that it seemed as if the corners of his mouth were about to reach his ears.

"Welcome comrades from the headquarters, thank the underground party." The head of the regiment looked at Li Dayong and Tang Xiaoxiao excitedly and shook Li Dayong's hand. This is the God of Wealth. After the comrades from the headquarters came, they made money every day.

Li Dayong: "Hello, Captain Zhang. I am Parrot. I have been ordered to look for overseas aid supplies. Now the supplies have been found. Captain Zhang, please send someone to transport them to the headquarters."

"Understood. I will organize people to escort the supplies to the headquarters tomorrow." Captain Zhang immediately agreed, and then looked at Tang Xiaoxiao next to Li Dayong and asked curiously: "Excuse me, who is this child?"

He was puzzled, why was there a child with him during the mission? Could it be the daughter of the leader?

"This is my colleague, codenamed Boss. Captain Zhang, don't underestimate Boss because he is a master of operations in our Kurt." Li Dayong introduced proudly.

Tang Xiaoxiao immediately saluted Captain Zhang, "Hello, Captain Zhang, I am the leader."

Captain Zhang was slightly startled, looking at the little girl with a determined look in his eyes, he couldn't help but admire her. He returned a standard military salute and said, "It's true that heroes emerge from youth."

Tang Xiaoxiao smiled, her composure and confidence completely beyond her age. "Thank you, Captain Zhang, for the compliment."

Although Tang Xiaoxiao is young, he exudes the fortitude of a soldier.

Captain Zhang nodded in approval, turned around and instructed the guards around him: "Notify the logistics department to immediately count the supplies and prepare for transportation. At the same time, strengthen the security of the camp to ensure the safety of the supplies."

The guards left and the camp became busy in an instant.

"Come on, come on. Comrade Parrot and Comrade Master have worked hard. Let's go in and have a cup of tea and rest our feet." Captain Zhang hurriedly greeted everyone.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the original calm. A scout with a stern face and covered in dust came quickly, looking very anxious.

He straightened his back, saluted the regiment commander with a standard military salute, and reported in a firm tone: "Report to the regiment commander, urgent news has come from the front! The Japanese army has mobilized an entire regiment, including an artillery battalion, an infantry battalion and an armored battalion, and they are advancing towards our position with a thunderous force!"

Upon hearing the news, the smile on the team leader's face froze instantly.

He turned to Li Dayong and Tang Xiaoxiao and said solemnly: "Comrade Parrot, Comrade Master, your mission is not over yet. While we are preparing for war, you need to send this batch of supplies to the headquarters as soon as possible and let the headquarters know our situation."

Li Dayong and Tang Xiaoxiao looked at each other, and Li Dayong nodded in agreement, ready to set off immediately. He assured Captain Zhang: "Captain, please rest assured that we will complete the task as soon as possible."

The captain took a deep breath, and his resolute aura swept across the entire camp like a sudden gust of wind.

His voice was particularly loud in the morning light, and every word was powerful: "Everyone, pay attention, and prepare for battle! All companies act according to the plan. The logistics platoon must ensure that supplies are distributed in place, the medical team must be ready, the artillery unit must immediately enter the position, the infantry must be prepared for defense, and the guard company must be on standby at all times!"

As soon as the order was given, the military camp was instantly in an uproar, and the soldiers acted quickly and orderly, like a well-trained symphony orchestra, each playing their own battle music.

Before Li Dayong left, Tang Xiaoxiao found Li Dayong and said, "Uncle, I want to stay and fight the devils."

Li Dayong thought about Tang Xiaoxiao's ability and agreed: "Okay, be careful. Go back as soon as the mission is completed. If we leave for too long, the Japanese will suspect Comrade Huang Que."

"I understand, uncle. You should also pay attention to your own safety." Tang Xiaoxiao nodded to show that she understood.

On a gloomy morning, this elite regiment from the Japanese country sneaked in like a poisonous snake and carefully set up a dragnet against the 29th Regiment.

They took advantage of the terrain and cleverly deployed their troops. Every step was carefully considered and planned, aiming to deal a fatal blow to the Eighth Route Army.

In the sky, artillery fire exploded like thunder, tongues of fire tore through the quiet earth and submerged the Eighth Route Army's defense line in hot smoke.

On the ground, armored vehicles were like beasts in a torrent, armed with weapons and roaring towards their targets. The tracks of the tanks rolled over the scorched earth, making a deafening roar, and their guns pointed directly at the Eighth Route Army's positions, as if announcing a ruthless death sentence.

Following closely behind were the infantry troops, who were wearing heavy armor, holding rifles, and ready for battle, with cold murderous intent in their eyes.

"Kill the chickens to feed the dogs" is the unique battle slogan of the Japanese soldiers. At this moment, this voice echoes on the battlefield like the whisper of the devil.

The Japanese sergeant brandished a long sword that symbolized the spirit of Bushido, and the flashing light of the sword reflected his twisted and fanatical face. His shouts were hoarse, full of madness and determination, as if he had put life and death aside just to complete this bloody sacrifice.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in this almost morbid frenzy, and the air was filled with an atmosphere that was both tragic and terrifying.

At such a tense moment, Tang Xiaoxiao, wearing camouflage uniforms and with all kinds of small tools hanging around her waist, stood beside Captain Zhang with a firm look in her eyes. She clenched her fists, her heart burning with determination to fight the enemy.

Captain Zhang patted her on the shoulder, giving her silent encouragement.

"With that batch of munitions, the enemy's ambition to annex us seems too immature. In the days when weapons were scarce, even a regiment of my troops could bravely fight against their entire squadron, not to mention that now our army is in high spirits, well-equipped, and twice as strong."

"Um"

Commander Zhang was on the command platform, holding a telescope, closely watching every movement on the battlefield.

His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through every conspiracy of the devils. He decisively issued instructions to various combat units and adjusted tactics to deal with this sudden and fierce offensive.

"Commander, the Japanese tanks are coming."

"What are you afraid of? I have a cannon now. The Japanese tanks are just fragile. Adjust the muzzle and shoot these bastards."

After receiving the order, the artillery unit quickly adjusted the shooting angle, and shells poured out like raindrops, forming a fierce confrontation with the Japanese artillery fire.

The infantrymen built fortifications behind their positions in preparation for a possible ground attack.

The medical team was busy in the makeshift tent, making final preparations for possible casualties.

Tang Xiaoxiao possesses extraordinary martial arts skills. Her body is as light as a dancing swallow, and she can move freely on the battlefield full of flames.

Her movements were agile and graceful, like a ghost in the night, her figure appearing and disappearing among the soldiers, making her elusive.

Her footsteps were so light that they almost blended with the breath of the earth, silent and soundless, as if they were part of the wind, invisible and traceless, making it impossible for even the most discerning enemy to detect her approach.

In her hands, she held those exquisite and deadly hidden weapons, which could always exert amazing power in the moment of life and death, winning precious advantages for the Eighth Route Army and providing key intelligence and support.

Her eyes are as sharp as an eagle's, and she sees through everything. No matter she is hiding among the bushes or standing quietly on a branch, she can catch every secret word of the enemy with her extraordinary hearing, and every tiny movement cannot escape her ears.

She lurks in the silence, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, patiently waiting for the moment to reveal the enemy's conspiracy.

She looked down from the treetops, like an eye in the sky, monitoring every move of the enemy. Their assembly, dispatch, and deployment were all exposed to her boundless vision.

She is the invisible guardian on the battlefield, silently providing a safe sky for the team.

At this moment, she was holding a Type 38 rifle, as steady as if she was walking on flat ground, hiding on a big tree with lush branches and leaves.

With a loud "bang", an extremely accurate shot hit the Japanese commander directly between the eyebrows, ending his life instantly.