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

The village chief said quickly: "Hurry up, this village has been set up by the devils. They want to ambush the village."

Tang Xiaoxiao comforted him, "Village chief, you don't have to be afraid. I already have a plan. You lead the villagers to find a safe place to hide in the mountains first." There was a firm light in her eyes, as if no difficulties could shake her determination.

However, a muscular man stood out from the crowd. His voice was deep and powerful: "I am a hunter in the village. I know every corner of this land. I decided to stay and fight against the Japs with you." His eyes were burning with rage, as if he wanted to burn the invaders to ashes.

A graceful young man, with determination and fearlessness flashing in his eyes, stood up and announced in a sonorous voice: "I won't leave either. I am a member of the Dayang Village guerrillas. The Japs and puppet troops on this land have caused too much harm to our compatriots. As long as you can give me a gun, I will have the strength to fight them to the end. I will fight the Japs to the death!" His oath was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the darkness.

Soon after, a short but energetic young man stepped forward. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of determination: "I am also a member of the guerrillas. I will not leave! I will stay here to protect our home and fight those invaders. I will fight the devils to the death!" His courage was not diminished by his size. Instead, it made him more resilient. His determination was like a stone hitting the lake, causing ripples and inspiring the people around him.

Then, another villager stepped forward. He was a thin but bright-eyed young man: "I am good at shooting. Just give me a gun and I can shoot down a few devils." His tone was firm, as if he had already seen himself heroically on the battlefield.

"We are all men in the village. How can we abandon the village and our families and run away alone?" More and more voices were heard, and the men expressed that they were unwilling to flee, but chose to stay and fight the enemy.

Tang Xiaoxiao looked at this scene and felt secretly relieved, but she also understood that she couldn't let everyone stay. She suggested: "How about this, the able-bodied men stay and use the weapons of the puppet army and the devils, so we can resist more effectively." Her words were full of wisdom, and she tried to find the most balanced solution.

However, a young woman in the crowd stood up. She was the one who had expressed gratitude to Tang Xiaoxiao before. Her eyes were full of tenacity: "Why can only men stay? We women can also take up arms to protect our homes and loved ones." Although her voice was weak, the power contained in it could not be ignored by everyone present.

Upon hearing this, the village chief was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, "Okay, those who are willing to stay can stay, and those who don't want to can go up the mountain to hide. Everyone has the right to defend their hometown." His decision was unanimously agreed by everyone. No one was willing to leave. Regardless of age, they chose to stay and face the impending danger together.

At night, Dayang Village is immersed in the quiet silver moonlight, as if gently covered by a mysterious veil. The bright moonlight sprinkles over the fields, decorating the originally sleeping village like a dream.

Dayang Village was shrouded in a tense atmosphere. The village chief stood at the entrance of the village, his eyes firm and his hand tightly holding a sharp sickle. He looked at the busy figures of the villagers, his heart full of worries.

The children were sent to the shelter in the mountains, the women closed the doors and windows, and the men took action at the call of the village chief.

"Captain Yang, take your men to collect those weapons that can be used!" Tang Xiaoxiao shouted to the guerrilla leader not far away. Yang Wanli, a veteran soldier who had been through many battles, immediately took the order and left with a resolute look in his eyes.

Yang Wanli and his team shuttled through every corner of the village, collecting all possible defense tools. They found some old hunting rifles from abandoned warehouses, dug out rusty shovels from farmers' fields, and even found a few hoes from the backyard of the school.

At the same time, Tang Xiaoxiao led the rest of the villagers to dig fortifications. They set up deep trenches at the entrance of the village and built simple fences with stones and wood. He knew that this might be their only line of defense.

At daybreak, Yang Wanli returned with a team of men, trailing a long shadow behind him. They successfully searched the home of the landlord Yang and found several boxes of guns, about thirty in total, which were originally intended to form the Yang Mansion Guard. These weapons now became the villagers' hope against the invaders.

"Comrade Master, we found these." Yang Wanli placed boxes of guns in front of Tang Xiaoxiao, his face filled with pride and anticipation.

Tang Xiaoxiao secretly calculated that these weapons were enough to form a platoon of soldiers. She immediately arranged personnel, distributed guns, and trained the villagers on how to use them. She knew that this was not only a battle for survival, but also a battle of faith.

The morning in the village is like a peaceful and warm painting, gently awakened by the warm sun. The golden sunlight, like a kind old man, gently fills every corner with his endless light, quietly dispelling the silence and coldness of the night. The outline of the village gradually becomes clear in the morning light, and every eave and every leaf is coated with a layer of gold, as if it is a generous gift from the sun.

Everyone in Dayang Village is preparing for the upcoming battle. Tang Xiaoxiao and the people who stayed behind developed a detailed tactic. They were going to take advantage of the village's complex terrain, set traps, and wait for the enemy to arrive.

However, when will the enemy come? How many people will there be? These are still unknown. But Tang Xiaoxiao firmly believes that as long as the villagers unite as one, they have a chance to survive this war and protect their homes.

The sun is as hot as a raging fire, its rays shine straight down, filling the earth without reservation. The sun at this moment is warm, it dispels the haze, illuminates every corner, and fills the world with brightness and power.

However, beneath this tranquility, there was a tense atmosphere. Tang Xiaoxiao stood at the entrance of the village, her eyes sweeping over every villager, their faces full of determination. "Are you all ready?" she asked, her voice soft but resounding like thunder in everyone's heart.

"We're ready, comrade leader!" The villagers responded in unison. Their voices were loud and powerful, like war drums on the battlefield, stirring everyone's heart.

Tang Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction and turned to Yang Wanli: "Captain Yang, you are in charge of command and make sure everyone is clear about their mission. We have no way out and can only fight to the end."

"Understood, Comrade Master." Yang Wanli saluted with a standard military salute, his eyes gleaming with determination. He immediately began to assign tasks, dividing the villagers into three groups, responsible for defense, attack, and logistical support.

"Wanhe, you lead a group of people to guard the east of the village. The terrain there is higher and you can monitor the enemy's movements." Yang Wanli said, pointing to a middle-aged man with a dark complexion.

"Don't worry, Captain. I won't let any Japanese get close to us." Yang Wanhe patted his chest, full of confidence.

"Afang, you and the other sisters will be responsible for logistics, ensuring that we have enough ammunition and that the wounded can receive timely medical treatment." Yang Wanli turned to the young woman and said. Afang nodded, with a brave light in her eyes.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoxiao secretly praised in her heart. She knew that every citizen has a share of responsibility for the rise and fall of a country. Every villager is a warrior at this moment, and the flame of defending their homeland is burning in their hearts.

As the sun rose higher, the atmosphere in the village became more solemn. Children waited anxiously in the shelter on the mountain, women prayed silently behind makeshift shelters, and men held their weapons tightly, ready to fight the enemy at any time.

Suddenly, the sentry at the entrance of the village issued a warning: "The Japs are coming! There are about a hundred of them, and they are coming this way!" Before he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, like the roar of a devil in the dark night.

Tang Xiaoxiao looked calm. She said to Yang Wanli, "Start the defense plan immediately. Let's let them taste our power first!" Yang Wanli nodded and quickly conveyed the order.

The villagers took their positions one after another, and the fortifications looked particularly solid in the sun. Yang Wanhe and his team occupied the high ground, Afang and several women were busy distributing ammunition, while Tang Xiaoxiao stood side by side with Yang Wanli, ready to fight.

The enemy troops approached, led by an officer in military uniform, riding a tall warhorse, holding a command knife, with a cold and murderous look in his eyes. He was Captain Shiraishi, as the Japanese called him.

When he saw the village's defensive arrangements, he couldn't help but frown.

"Attack!" Captain Shiraishi gave the order, and the Japanese soldiers swarmed and launched a fierce attack on Dayang Village. However, what they didn't expect was that the villagers had already prepared for it.

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes were calm, and the spear in her hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, accurately piercing the Japanese officer's helmet and hitting the vital point.

"Good!" Yang Wanli's appreciative voice echoed in the wind, and his eyes were full of appreciation and admiration.

"well played"

"Shoot!" He gave the order, and the villagers, who had been ready for action, pulled the trigger one after another. The sound of gunfire was as dense as raindrops, and the bullets drew arcs of death in the night. In an instant, the enemy's formation was broken, and the fallen figures fell to the ground like scarecrows. Those once arrogant invaders could only struggle in the hail of bullets.

"Enemy attack!" A shocking shout echoed at the entrance of the village, breaking the silence. The Japanese soldiers suddenly woke up from their brief shock and instantly realized the approaching danger. They rushed to the weapons around them, the bolts clicked, the bullets were loaded, and they formed a dense line of defense.

"Shoot over there!" An officer waved his saber and pointed in the direction of the gunfire. The gunfire flickered in the night, illuminating their faces, and fear and anger were intertwined on every young face.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The firepower of the commandos poured down like a rainstorm, and the bullets drew arcs of death under the moonlight. The Japanese soldiers looked for cover in the dense rain of bullets, some hurriedly dodged, and some bravely moved forward, trying to suppress the enemy's offensive.

"Report to the commander, the enemy's number is unknown, but their firepower is fierce!" A soldier, covered in mud and panting, ran to the officer.

"Keep the formation, don't mess up!" The officer's face was sullen, with a determined light flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath and ordered loudly, "Counterattack."

“Yes!” the soldiers responded in unison.

The fierce battle lasted for a long time, and the firepower of both sides did not weaken. The roar of artillery fire, the whizzing of bullets, and the roars of soldiers intertwined into a tragic war song. The battlefield was filled with smoke, blood and mud, and it was a mess.

"Hold our position, don't let them get close to the village!" Yang Wanli ordered loudly, and the villagers responded one after another, their eyes burning with fighting spirit, and each of them was like a warrior guarding his homeland.

On the other side, Tang Xiaoxiao was as sharp as a falcon, and each shot was extremely accurate, hitting the enemy's heart. The Japanese soldiers were terrified, and they all trembled when facing her gun. The sound of her gun was like the cold moon in the night sky, and every flash took the life of an invader.

In an instant, a vast blank space appeared in the Japanese army's formation. It was the death zone that Tang Xiaoxiao fearlessly drew.

Her heroic deeds, like a raging fire, burned brightly in the hearts of Dayang Village, inspiring them to march forward bravely and fight a desperate battle with the enemy.

The Japanese were thrown into disarray by the sudden attack and fled in panic in the dark. The villagers of Dayang Village took the opportunity to chase them and drove them into the designated ambush circle.

After a day of fierce fighting, the enemy suffered heavy losses and retreated in a hurry. The villagers were tired but excited. They used their courage and wisdom to defend their homes and win the victory.

As night fell, the moonlight filled Dayang Village, and every corner of the village was bathed in the light of hope. The villagers gathered at the entrance of the village, watching the fleeing enemies go away, their hearts filled with pride and gratitude.

"We won!" Yang Wanli raised his arms and shouted excitedly. The villagers cheered, and their smiles were like the rising sun, illuminating the entire village and the future.