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

A tense and weird atmosphere permeated the 29th Regiment's position.

There was confusion in the political commissar's eyes. He frowned and asked in a low voice: "Did something happen in the enemy's rear?" This question was like a weak radio wave, quietly transmitted among his comrades.

"Report to the commander, the spies reported that a mysterious figure known as the 'murderous devil' destroyed the Snow Wolf Division's command center in one fell swoop, along with the ammunition depot. Soon after, Japanese troops in the rear died for no reason, suspected to be a poison gas attack." The signalman's voice was trembling, but the words were clear, and every detail was like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.

Upon hearing this, the captain's eyes flashed with admiration: "Wow, who is so brave? No matter what, as long as he can defeat the enemy, he is our hero!" His words were passionate and aroused resonance.

"Now, the Japs' rear support has been destroyed, and only the isolated and helpless enemy is left on the position." The political commissar analyzed, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

"Lao Zhang, this is our good opportunity. It's time to completely eliminate the Snow Wolf Division." The political commissar's reminder was like a war drum, urging people to move forward.

Upon hearing this, Commander Zhang's blood boiled, and he decisively ordered: "Everyone get ready, wipe out all the Japanese troops on the position in one fell swoop, and make the Snow Wolf Division disappear from the map!" The signalman quickly conveyed the order, and the morale of the soldiers of the 29th Regiment was high, ready to go, waiting for the attack.

At this moment, a cloud of dust flew up, and reinforcements from the 311th Regiment descended from the sky like gods.

Liu, the head of the 311th Regiment, came to support, and was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Old Zhang, what's going on?" Liu Qian was full of doubts, his eyes sweeping across the rows of mighty 92 infantry guns.

Captain Zhang smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Old Liu, you've come at the right time. The end of the Snow Wolf Division is at hand. Get your troops behind the enemy and cut off their retreat. Today, let's make history remember this moment together."

Captain Liu looked at Captain Zhang's resolute face, understood his intention, and responded generously: "Okay, let's cooperate with the 29th Regiment today and make a perfect assist. You take the lead in the attack, and my people will outflank the rear, cut off their chance of survival, and let the Japanese know how powerful we are!" The tacit understanding and cooperation between the two regiments were fully demonstrated at this moment, and a decisive battle was about to begin.

The regiment commander's gaze was like an eagle soaring into the sky, with praise and determination interweaving into a magnificent picture. His orders were as firm as a mountain, and the soldiers of the 29th Regiment, with high morale, were like strong grass in the wind, ready to go.

On the battlefield, the 92 infantry guns were like iron-blooded guards, quietly waiting for the charge, their muzzles pointed at the enemies in the dark, as if announcing the coming of death.

At this moment, the commander Liu of the 311th Regiment led his warriors down the mountain like a tiger. Their arrival undoubtedly added a lot of weight to this decisive battle. The doubts of the commander Liu disappeared in the smile of the commander Zhang. The two men's eyes met, as if they exchanged a silent oath that they would join hands to create a glorious war history.

"The wind swept away the clouds, thunder roared and lightning flashed, today is the day of the end of the Snow Wolf Division!" The words of Captain Zhang were like a war song, stirring the hearts of every soldier. Captain Liu clenched his fists, his chest full of pride, his order was concise and firm, and the soldiers of the 311th Regiment immediately took action, like a gust of wind and rain, rushing straight behind the enemy and cutting off the enemy's retreat.

The union of the two groups was like a match made in heaven. They weaved a heroic picture in the darkness. Every stroke was a spark of life and every line was a determination to win.

When the first rays of sunlight at dawn penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the devastated battlefield, the flags of the 29th and 311th Regiments flew high, announcing the end of the Snow Wolf Division. The lands that had been trampled by the enemy were now stained red with the blood of heroes, witnessing the tenacity and indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation.

Today, the Snow Wolf Division was destroyed.

The news of a glorious victory in my country's anti-Japanese battlefield spread throughout the country. The once dreaded Snow Wolf Division of the Japanese army was declared destroyed under the heroic iron-blooded offensive of the Eighth Route Army.

This exciting news was like a spring thunder, instantly igniting the fighting spirit and hope of the people across the country.

After learning of this victory, the Eighth Route Army Headquarters immediately issued a telegram to the whole country, informing them of this inspiring victory, announcing the enemy's tragic defeat and the indomitable spirit of our military and civilians.

At this time, the senior Kuomintang officials, including the bald man, had gloomy faces. They cursed Niang Xipi, their hearts full of regret and unwillingness, wondering why this great victory did not come from their command.

He was jealous of the Eighth Route Army's victory, but he could do nothing about it. He could only grit his teeth and compete secretly.

The whole country was in jubilation, and people took to the streets to celebrate this hard-won victory.

The morale against the Japanese invaders was as hot as fire, and the rising patriotic enthusiasm condensed into a powerful force. People firmly believed that as long as they united as one, they would be able to drive the invaders out of the country.

In the enemy camp, the commander of the expeditionary force, General Okamoto, became furious upon hearing the news and kept cursing "Bakayarō". He vowed to retaliate with more cruel means in an attempt to save face.

The heroic deeds of the 29th Regiment left a strong mark on the battlefield, and they achieved a brilliant victory. However, all this glory has nothing to do with Tang Xiaoxiao.

Tang Xiaoxiao, the heroine who once traveled through the flames of war, has now quietly faded out and returned to the Haizhou she is familiar with.

However, her story has not been forgotten because of her retirement. The warriors who once fought alongside her on the battlefield still pass on her heroic deeds by word of mouth. Especially the few devil soldiers who escaped from her, their fear and awe intertwined to weave a legend. They described Tang Xiaoxiao as a "murderous devil", an existence that no one can defeat, and her name became an indelible shadow in their hearts. The stories told by these deserters made Tang Xiaoxiao's name spread among the people. Although this was not the fame she pursued, she undoubtedly became a hero in people's hearts and a symbol of strength.

Her life returned to normal. She held a fragrant roast duck in her left hand and a sweet candy man in her right hand, enjoying the comfort and tranquility of life. She couldn't help but exclaim, "It's delicious." It seemed that at this moment, all her fatigue turned into a satisfied smile.

However, life always seemed to like to stir up waves at the most unexpected moments, not allowing her to indulge in this quiet happiness.

A deafening sound was like a bolt from the blue, instantly tearing apart the tranquility of the ancient city of Haizhou and pushing the peaceful life that lasted day after day to the forefront.

It was the sound of gunfire, cold and merciless, like the judgment of fate, announcing the coming of the storm.

The shadow of the Japanese spy agency, the Special Higher Section, is quietly spreading. Their target is directly aimed at the underground party organizations hidden in the dark corners of the city. A silent war is quietly unfolding between the streets in the sun and the alleys in the shadows.

The residents of Haizhou were frightened by the sudden gunshots and fled in all directions. Panic filled the air and spread rapidly like a plague.

On the streets and alleys, the agents of the Special High Police are dressed in black uniforms and have sharp eyes. They track their targets silently like cheetahs.

Tang Xiaoxiao's heart suddenly seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and every beat was accompanied by a strong shock.

Her eyes widened as big as copper bells, and the surprise and confusion in her eyes were like a deep vortex, sucking all her thoughts into it.

She parted her lips slightly and murmured softly, almost as if comforting herself after being frightened: "No way, really no way, how can this world be so small, and so fond of jokes? Damn, this kind of bad luck is too outrageous!" The scene before her was like an old dream replaying, she ran into a hail of bullets again, and the leader of the Special High Police was her old acquaintance - Murakami Reinako.