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

At night, the moonlight was like water, and the battlefield of Dayang Village gradually returned to peace under the hands of the villagers. However, this tranquility was filled with endless sorrow. Eight brave villagers sacrificed their precious lives to defend their homes. Their bodies were solemnly placed in a corner of the village, like silent monuments, telling of their bravery and tenacity. The villagers of Dayang Village gathered together, their faces full of grief and perseverance.

The village chief, a weathered old man, stood on a makeshift stone platform, his eyes firm and deep. "Fellow villagers, our warriors of Dayang Village exchanged their blood and lives for victory. We repelled those beasts and killed more than 80 devils. They tried to invade our land, but they failed!" His words were passionate, as if every word was echoing in the air, arousing the fighting spirit of the villagers.

"Yes, we did not lose! Our warriors did not sacrifice in vain!" Responses came from the crowd, which was a remembrance of the deceased and an encouragement to the living.

"But we can't let our guard down. Who can guarantee that the Japanese won't come back?" The village chief's words were filled with worry. "We must continue to dig tunnels and make them our fortresses of survival, forming a network of tunnels connecting houses, streets and villages. We must cooperate with each other to ensure that the enemy has nowhere to hide."

Yang Wanli, the guerrilla leader, stood up and echoed: "That's right, we now have the devil's weapons and the capital to fight back. With our tunnels, we are not afraid of any invaders!"

"Listen to the village chief, we will definitely win!" The villagers responded in unison, and their voices merged into a powerful force that soared into the sky.

"Let's rest tonight and get enough rest, and start digging early tomorrow morning." The village chief's words were like a horn, announcing that a new battle was about to begin.

"Okay!" The villagers nodded one after another, their eyes full of determination, ready to meet new challenges.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and everyone returned home to prepare for a new day. But the village chief held Tang Xiaoxiao and bowed deeply to her, thanking her for her dedication and persistence in the war.

Tang Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, peaceful and warm. "You're welcome, I just did what I could." She said softly, her eyes flashing with hope for the future.

As the first ray of sunshine shone on the land of Dayang Village, the villagers began new work. They sweated profusely and dug tunnels, as if digging for hope and the future.

Their figures appear tough and powerful in the sun, and the same belief burns in everyone's heart - no matter how many difficulties lie ahead, they will fight side by side to protect this land and their home.

At this time, Tang Xiaoxiao was wearing the military uniform that she had taken off the corpse of the devil yesterday, driving an old but still sturdy Japanese truck, driving slowly on the road. The truck was a trophy she had captured from the enemy in yesterday's fierce battle.

At this moment, she was driving this dusty vehicle across the desolate land baptized by war. The sunlight shone through the broken windshield, scattering mottled light on her face, reflecting the firm and tired lines.

"This thing is really a timely relief. A car sent thousands of miles away is a token of my gratitude. Next time I'll kill a few more devils to express my gratitude." Tang Xiaoxiao muttered to herself, tapping the steering wheel with her fingers as if communicating with it silently. "If it weren't for this car, I would have to walk to Yuncheng."

She dug out a can of Japanese beef from the pile of debris in the car. She found it when she was cleaning up the battlefield. The iron sheet of the can was already a little rusty, but the seal was still tight, as if telling how rigorous its owner had been. Tang Xiaoxiao opened the can with a dart she carried with her, and a smell mixed with seawater and metal hit her nose.

"But the smell, tsk tsk. The Japanese used to eat canned beef a few years ago, but now I want to vomit when I smell it." She shook her head, pulled out a stick she picked up from the battlefield, picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, her brows knitted together, with a hint of disgust on her face, "Pah, tsk, tsk, the Japanese are not good anymore, this canned food is getting worse and worse."

In the early stages of the war, the Japanese army's weapons and equipment as well as the quality and variety of military supplies were of excellent quality.

During this period, the Japanese army's rations were not only rich in variety, including dry food, biscuits, canned food, tobacco, alcohol, tea, candy and snacks, but also the taste was very consistent with the characteristics of traditional Japanese cuisine. All kinds of canned fish, beef and pork were mouth-watering. The Japanese army's canned beef was unique. They spent a lot of foreign exchange to import American beef, and used the cooking taste of traditional Japanese Reishi pot, so it was indeed a delicious delicacy.

At first, meat was the main ingredient, but later, more and more ingredients were added. Later, the meat was replaced with beef and pig blood, and it became a dish that poor Japanese people only eat when they have a meal. The strange taste makes people lose their appetite.

She threw the stick out of the window, watching it draw an arc in the air and then disappear into the dust in the distance. Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes also drifted to the distance, where she was about to go - Yunzhou, which was occupied by the Japanese army.

I wonder what would happen if Comrade Yunzhou didn’t pick her up at the train station?

In the bustling city of Yunzhou, there is a restaurant called Yunkai Restaurant, which attracts passers-by with its unique charm and exquisite dishes. At this moment, Yunkai Restaurant is shrouded in a faint worry. The owner of the restaurant, Hu Yunkai, a man in his forties, has a gleam of wisdom in his eyes and a gentle temperament in his behavior. However, he seems a little anxious at this moment, constantly pacing back and forth between the lobby and the kitchen of the restaurant.

Hu Yunkai's fingers gently stroked the wooden railings of the restaurant. It was the fine wood he personally selected, and every inch of it carried his love and expectations for the restaurant. His brows were furrowed, and he was thinking about his relatives far away. His wife, a middle-aged woman in a gorgeous cheongsam, sat behind the counter. Her eyes were full of concern. The embroidery on the cheongsam sparkled under the light, complementing her calm temperament.

"My hometown called and said that our niece should arrive in Yunzhou this morning." Hu Yunkai's voice trembled slightly, revealing his deep concern. "But I waited at the train station for a whole day and didn't see her. Could something have happened to her?"

Upon hearing this, the lady boss quickly put down the account book in her hand and looked at Hu Yunkai firmly, trying to calm his anxiety with her calmness. "Don't worry, there is always a way to solve the problem. Go to the train station tomorrow and ask about it."

Hu Yunkai nodded slightly. Although he was still nervous, his wife's suggestion made him feel a little relieved. "I hope she was just delayed by something. After all, the variables on the journey are always unpredictable." He said to himself, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.