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

Tang Xiaoxiao stood beside Nobita Nobi's cold body, with complex emotions surging in her heart. She was almost a professional killer.

Her eyes stayed on Nobita's face for a moment, and she gently took out the blood-stained cell key from his pocket, as if bidding farewell to the deceased. "Nobi-kun, have a good journey. May you meet Kobayashi-kun in another world, and may you no longer be lonely there." She said softly, and her compassion was so touching that it was impossible not to be moved. If we didn't know that it was Tang Xiaoxiao who did it, we would still think she was a kind person, willing to give the last comfort even in the face of the enemy.

Then, without hesitation, she ran to the cell, the key in her hand flashing coldly in the dim light.

She quickly opened the iron doors one by one, releasing the trapped souls. "Hurry up, the East Courtyard is their weapons depot. Whether you can escape depends on your own ability." Before she finished her words, another prison door opened in her hands, releasing more prisoners.

"Let's go, let's fight these Japs to the death!" Someone in the crowd raised his arms and shouted, and the suppressed anger broke out at this moment.

"Let's fight!" everyone responded. They picked up the Japanese soldiers' guns that fell on the ground, with the flames of revenge burning in their eyes.

As the last cell door was pushed open.

"What are you doing?" Shibasaki Iwasui saw that Kobayashi Junta had a serious expression on his face.

With a "bang" of a gunshot, Shibasaki Iwasui's head exploded instantly. Tang Xiaoxiao's shooting was accurate and ruthless.

"What do you want to do, little devil?" a prisoner asked vigilantly.

"He is from the Special High Section," Tang Xiaoxiao explained in a firm and calm voice. "This is an opportunity. Do you want to go?" She glanced at the crowd, waiting for their decision.

Qian Guocheng looked at Tang Xiaoxiao, with a hint of alertness in his doubt. "Who are you?"

"I am Chinese." Tang Xiaoxiao's answer was concise and powerful, without any hesitation.

When Qian Guocheng heard this, a flash of realization flashed across his eyes. He realized that the little devils in front of him were not enemies. "Let's fight our way out," he ordered, and immediately led the others to follow Tang Xiaoxiao's steps.

They knew that only by uniting together could they escape from the shadow of death and advance towards freedom and the Japanese arsenal.

Led by Tang Xiaoxiao, they rushed through the hail of bullets and headed towards the East Courtyard Armory.

Qian Guocheng and others followed closely behind, their eyes filled with desire for survival and yearning for freedom.

Every step is accompanied by a life or death decision, but they are not afraid, because there is endless darkness behind them and possible light ahead.

At the door of the armory, Tang Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, looked back at her comrades who were still struggling to survive, her eyes full of determination.

She knew that only by seizing enough weapons would they have a chance to fight the Japanese army to the end.

So she yelled, "Grab weapons and prepare for battle!" After that, she rushed into the warehouse first, picked up a rifle, and began to distribute it to everyone.

In the chaos, the Japanese reinforcements were approaching, but they were shocked by the sudden resistance and could not organize an effective attack for a while. Tang Xiaoxiao took advantage of this gap to command everyone to quickly reload ammunition and then return to the battlefield as quickly as possible.

"Protect yourself, we can't lose anyone anymore!" Qian Guocheng clenched the gun in his hand, his voice firm and powerful, inspiring every exhausted heart.

The battle broke out again, and the Japanese offensive was fierce, but the prisoners, led by Tang Xiaoxiao and Qian Guocheng, fought to the death, showing amazing courage and perseverance. They fought fierce close combat with the enemy amid the roar of guns and cannons. Every shot and every swing of the knife was a passionate call for freedom.

"bang bang bang"

"Da da da"

On that gloomy afternoon, the Japanese Type 93 heavy machine gun suddenly barked like a vicious dog from hell, and bullets poured down in front of the prison bars like a torrential rain.

Those defenseless prisoners were torn apart in an instant by the ruthless firepower, and their wailing and blood intertwined into a tragic picture.

Qian Guocheng witnessed all this, and the anger in his heart burned like a raging fire. He clenched his teeth, and a determined light flashed in his eyes.

"Kill that machine gunner!" Qian Guocheng roared, his voice sounding particularly firm amid the sound of gunfire.

Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaoxiao immediately aimed at the Japanese sharpshooter hiding behind the machine gun. She took a deep breath, held the trigger firmly, and shot through the smoke and hit the target. The sharpshooter fell down, and his death brought a brief silence to the battlefield.

"Baga! Bombard them!" Fujii Juichi, the arrogant Japanese commander, was extremely angry and he roared orders.

However, his subordinate Miyazaki Aita shrank back and trembled as he reminded: "Captain, there are still soldiers from our empire there!"

"Baga! For the Empire of Japan, our soldiers can sacrifice heroically!" Fujii Juichi retorted coldly and ruthlessly, with only crazy persistence in his eyes.

Qian Guocheng looked at this scene and calculated secretly in his mind. He knew that time was running out and he had to find an opportunity to counterattack as soon as possible.

"What should we do now?" Qian Guocheng asked, looking at Tang Xiaoxiao.

Tang Xiaoxiao did not answer. She quickly took out a string of grenades from her waist, skillfully pulled out the safety pins, and then threw them one by one accurately at the turret inside the prison.

Four grenades exploded at the muzzles of the guns almost at the same time. A deafening "boom" resounded through the sky, and the prison's four guns were instantly reduced to ruins.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The destruction of the artillery made Fujii Juichi's face turn livid. His plan was completely shattered, the armory was destroyed, the prisoners escaped in the chaos, and his reinforcements were nowhere in sight.

The flames of despair burned in his eyes, but his pride would not allow him to accept defeat.

"Kill the chickens, charge, charge, reinforcements are coming soon!" he roared, trying to boost morale.

However, at this moment, a crisp gunshot pierced the air, and Fujii Shuichi's head was shattered by the bullet like a ripe watermelon, and blood splattered all over his military uniform. "Bang!" The shot came from Tang Xiaoxiao, her eyes were calm and firm, without any hesitation.

"Let's go!" Tang Xiaoxiao shouted, leading the way out of the prison gate. Her figure looked extremely heroic in the sunset. Other surviving prisoners and soldiers followed, knowing that only by rushing out of this land of death could they welcome a new life.

The death of Fujii Juichi symbolized a turning point in this brutal battle and also brought them the dawn of hope.

As the night deepened, Tang Xiaoxiao and his group successfully escaped the Japanese soldiers' harassment. Exhausted, they rested in a simple house.

Qian Guocheng said gratefully: "Thanks to this little brother."

"Thank you very much." "Thank you to this brave little brother." Everyone expressed their gratitude to Tang Xiaoxiao.

Tang Xiaoxiao responded calmly: "You're welcome. We are all Chinese. Chinese people should help each other."

Qian Guocheng asked curiously, "May I ask your name, little brother?"

"I am a member of the underground party, codenamed 'Master.'" She was secretly thinking about how to bring these people into her own team.

"Huh?" Qian Guocheng was surprised and instinctively became alert. "Did you send the note?"

"It seems that the Military Intelligence Bureau's vision needs to be improved. They actually mistook the Japanese soldiers from the Special High Technology Department for returning experts."

When Qian Guocheng heard this, a trace of embarrassment and guilt flashed across his face.

At this time, a student plucked up the courage to ask: "Sir, can we join you?" His name was Li Jinhua, and he was arrested for participating in anti-Japanese activities.

In that disaster, his classmates, teachers, brothers, friends, and even his sweetheart all suffered misfortune. He longed to join the Eighth Route Army to avenge them.

"Of course, we warmly welcome you." Tang Xiaoxiao was delighted. The person in front of her was undoubtedly a valuable partner.

When others saw this, they also felt envious.

Although they have escaped from the Japanese prison, they dare not return home for fear of implicating their families, and now they are homeless.

“We’d like to join in, too.”

Tang Xiaoxiao was delighted, but Qian Guocheng frowned.

Damn it, although the KMT and the CPC have temporarily joined forces, the competition between them will break out sooner or later. How should he deal with the current situation? This leader is extremely powerful, and he knows that he is no match at all.