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

Tang Xiaoxiao and Yang Wanli walked quickly through the fields at dusk. Their figures cast long shadows in the sunset, reflecting on the narrow path leading to Dayang Village. The outline of the village gradually appeared, but the originally bustling Yangjia Village seemed unusually quiet, without a trace of people. Yang Wanli frowned, and anxiety was like a dark cloud hanging over his heart.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a rustling sound came from the cornfield. A figure jumped out from the golden corn. It was Yang Wanshan, a villager of Dayang Village and also a guerrilla fighter. His face was dark and weathered, and his eyes were shining with determination.

"Captain, have you contacted the main force?" Yang Wanshan asked anxiously. He glanced at Tang Xiaoxiao and asked in confusion, "Who is this?"

"Shan Zi, where are the villagers? How are they? How many of us have not been caught?" Yang Wanli responded, his eyes revealing deep concern for his fellow villagers.

Yang Wanshan's face darkened, and he said solemnly: "The villagers were captured by the Japanese. Captain, have you found the main force? Fifteen guerrilla brothers have escaped, and Wan Shu is injured."

"Is Wan Shu okay? What about the others?" Yang Wanli's heart tightened when he heard the news that his teammates were injured.

"They are hiding in the mountains, and Wanshu is fine. The brothers are taking care of him. I came out to find out the situation." Yang Wanshan comforted.

"That's good. I haven't found the main force yet. They may have moved away. However, I brought someone who can save our fellow villagers." Yang Wanli pointed at Tang Xiaoxiao, his words full of trust.

When Yang Wanshan heard this, a hint of disappointment flashed across his face, and then a spark of hope ignited. He asked curiously, "Who is it? So capable?"

Yang Wanli pointed at Tang Xiaoxiao and said, "She is the leader of the Special Operations Group. When I was looking for the main force, I encountered the Japanese devils and she saved me. She solved a small Japanese team with almost no effort."

He put down the bag on his back, took out a captured gun and showed it to Yang Wanshan, "Look, this is the weapon we captured. Now, every member of our guerrillas can have a gun."

Yang Wanshan widened his eyes and excitedly grasped the gun, as if grasping hope: "Great, I finally have a weapon. Thanks to Comrade Master."

Their guerrilla team had an extremely difficult life. Among the dozens of tenacious fighters, only their captain, holding an old-fashioned rifle that had seen through all the hardships, became the only firepower in the team.

Tang Xiaoxiao smiled slightly and shook her head modestly: "No need to thank me, we are all one family, fighting against the devils together. Where are those folks being held captive?" she asked, knowing clearly that her mission was not yet completed.

"They were in the woodshed of Yang Yousheng's house, guarded by more than 20 Japanese soldiers and more than 40 puppet soldiers." Yang Wanshan answered, and when he mentioned Yang Yousheng's name, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes. Yang Yousheng was a big landlord in the village, and his son was actually a small captain of the puppet army.

"I understand. I'll check it out right away." After Tang Xiaoxiao finished speaking, her figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only traces of the breeze.

"Martial arts master, great hero!" Yang Wanshan exclaimed, he seemed to understand something, "Could her code name be the leader?" He thought of the special operation department mentioned before, and couldn't help but sigh, "The special operation department of the headquarters is really full of hidden talents."

Under the leadership of Wanshan, the guerrillas gathered together, their faces filled with determination. Since being invaded by the devils, they have always been able to watch their homes being trampled on, but they are powerless to resist. Now, with these new weapons, they finally have the opportunity to fight back against those brutal invaders.

"Wanshan, we can't sit idly by any longer. We can't let him face danger alone." A team member said in a deep voice, with raging anger in his eyes.

"Yes, captain. With these guys in our hands, we are no longer afraid of the Japs. Let's fight them to the death." Another team member gripped his gun tightly, his eyes sparkling.

"Okay, let's take action now. Call all the brothers over and get ready to set off." Wan Shan gave the order decisively, his voice full of unquestionable commands.

"Yes, Captain!" Yang Wanshan replied. They were all holding back their anger and wanted to fight the Japs with real guns and swords.

At the same time, Tang Xiaoxiao quietly came to Yang Yousheng's house. Here, the lights were bright, and there was singing and dancing. In order to please the devils, Yang Yousheng actually sacrificed his family. The puppet soldiers stood guard in the courtyard, seemingly loyal, but actually full of resentment in their hearts.

"The captain is such a shameless man that he even spared no effort to kill his own sister just to please those devils." A puppet soldier whispered with disdain in his tone.

"Stop talking. Those devils are enjoying themselves while we are freezing here." Another puppet soldier complained, with dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Hey, do you think we can secretly find some imprisoned women and enjoy them?" A puppet soldier proposed a bold idea.

"You wish. Those villagers are baits of the Imperial Army. Captain Shiraishi has set an ambush in Dayang Village and captured the Eighth Route Army that came to rescue us." Another puppet soldier exposed the conspiracy of the Imperial Army, revealing a hint of helplessness in his words.

"Yang Yousheng is a traitor. The villagers of Dayang Village have all been harmed by him." Tang Xiaoxiao was furious when she heard this. She approached the two puppet soldiers quietly, cut their throats neatly, and hid the bodies. Those who help the tyrants to commit atrocities deserve to die.

Then, Tang Xiaoxiao sneaked into Yang's house, subdued the enemies one by one with the help of smoke, and then cut the throats of the devils one by one, with skillful and ruthless movements. Fortunately, she collected some herbs on the way and was able to make smoke, otherwise she would have to fight hard.

Soon, all the devils were dealt with, and the puppet soldiers and the Yang family were tied up by her. Then, she came to the cellar where the villagers were imprisoned.

"Who are you?" The village chief of Dayang Village, an old man in his sixties, had a wrinkled face and a look of vigilance in his eyes.

"I was asked by Yang Wanli to rescue you. I have already dealt with the Japanese outside." Tang Xiaoxiao responded calmly, with firm conviction in her voice.

"Thank you, sir. Are you from the Eighth Route Army?" The village chief was surprised and grateful.

"I guess so." Tang Xiaoxiao smiled slightly and then untied the villagers' wrists.

As the ropes loosened, the villagers' arms regained their long-lost freedom and they murmured in gratitude, their voices merging into a sea of ​​gratitude.

"Thank you, sir! We are finally saved!" said an elderly villager with tears in his eyes. His hands were covered with calluses, which were the traces of years and hard work. Now that he was free again, he seemed to have found the courage to live again.

"Yes, sir, you are our savior!" A young woman clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with excitement. She was once too scared to speak, but now, she tried her best to express her gratitude.

However, not everyone in the crowd could face all this calmly. A few villagers were so angry that they saw the Yang family members unconscious and tied up. They could not stand such bullying, and they rushed towards the Yang family members with roars and fists, ready to give those evil people the punishment they deserved.