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

In the bright morning, the sun climbed up the sky early, casting a golden light, warm and bright. Every corner of the village was shrouded by the golden sunlight, as if gently covered by a layer of soft golden gauze, bathing the whole world in the morning light of hope.

In a seemingly ordinary but mysterious building, Ichiro Yamamoto, the chief of the Special High Technology Department, was sitting in front of the phone in his office. His face was as gloomy as water, and the telephone line in his hand was like an invisible shackle, tightly binding his nerves.

On the other end of the line was Commander Inoue of the Yunzhou Garrison Command. His voice was like thunder, and it hurt Ichiro Yamamoto's eardrums through the telephone line.

"Ichiro Yamamoto, did you hear me?" Commander Inoue's voice echoed in the telephone line, with anger that could not be ignored. "Our enemies, those anti-Japanese elements, actually disappeared under the heavy siege of the Special High Technology Department and the Military Police! This is simply an insult to our military prestige and a stain on the glory of the Imperial Army!"

Ichiro Yamamoto held the phone tightly, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He knew that this mistake could not be covered up with any excuse.

"Commander, I understand your anger. This is indeed unexpected. I assure you that the Special High Technology Bureau will do its best to find those anti-Japanese elements. No matter where they hide, we will pull them out." His tone was firm, but deep in his heart he was filled with anxiety and self-blame.

"Go all out? Yamamoto, this isn't the first time you've promised me. What I need is not your promise, but the result!" Commander Inoue's voice became increasingly severe, as if it could penetrate the phone and strike directly into Ichiro Yamamoto's soul. "I'll give you three days. If you still can't find them after three days, then you should resign!"

After hanging up the phone, Ichiro Yamamoto slammed the receiver down heavily, and the atmosphere in the entire office froze in an instant.

In the basement of Yunkai Restaurant, the dim lights flickered, creating a mysterious and tense atmosphere.

Chi Fenghan and Hu Yunkai sat facing each other, both with solemn looks on their faces, as if they were waiting for some important news.

"Comrade Babaoya, is there still no news from the head comrade?" Chi Fenghan's voice was low, but the concern in his tone could not be concealed. He tapped the table lightly, as if this could dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Hu Yunkai shook his head and responded, "Not yet. Our people just received information from the guerrillas that a fierce battle broke out in Yunxian Village, three kilometers outside Dongqiao Prison last night. Judging from the traces at the scene, Comrade Leader should be safe." There was a hint of relief in his words, but there was also a hint of worry hidden in them.

"That's great." Chi Fenghan breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows were still furrowed.

Hu Yunkai saw his worry and comforted him, "Expert Chi, you don't have to worry too much. Comrade Zhang's martial arts are unmatched, and she will be safe. The organization originally planned to have him escort you to Yan'an, but the situation is unclear now. For your safety, we will arrange for another reliable comrade to escort you to the headquarters."

Although the leader is a powerful martial artist, she is also childish and straightforward. Her behavior is often unpredictable, and sometimes she even ignores the discipline of the organization because of a momentary impulse. However, this is her charm, but also her weakness.

Chi Fenghan took a deep breath and said firmly: "Let's wait one more day. If there is no news from the comrade tomorrow, you can make arrangements." He knew that the comrade had gone deep into the tiger's den to save him, and he could not leave alone at this time, as that would be a betrayal to his friend.

Hu Yunkai nodded to show his understanding: "Okay, it's just that the living conditions here are really difficult, Expert Chi, you've suffered." His words were full of apology.

Chi Fenghan smiled calmly, his eyes firm: "It's not hard. As long as I have food to eat, I'm already satisfied. Everything we are doing now is for a greater cause." His answer was full of firmness and perseverance, as if all the hardships became insignificant in front of him.

At this time, Tang Xiaoxiao was sitting on the trunk of an ancient pine tree, her body leaning against the rough bark, her eyes closed, as if she was feeling the breath of nature with her heart.

The sunlight shone through the dense leaves and fell on her face in patches, but failed to dispel the fatigue in her eyes.

During this day and night, she and her teammates fought fiercely with the Japanese army, killing countless enemies. Even the guns in their hands seemed to become heavy, and now her hands are still sore.

At the same time, Qian Guocheng sat under the shade of a tree, his eyes empty, his thoughts drifting to that unforgettable December.

In the winter of 1937, the defense of Nancheng was like a raging fire, burning their youth and blood. The Kuomintang's 12-strong army, led by General Tang Zhi, should have been an indestructible line of defense, but it collapsed in just eight days. On the th, the artillery fire was continuous, and the battlefield was filled with desperate roars. At the critical moment of life and death, Tang Zhi chose to hold an emergency meeting to discuss not how to hold the position, but how to retreat. His cowardice was chilling. Nancheng fell, and Tang Zhi left behind the soldiers who had sworn to follow him to death and fled by boat, leaving behind a mess.

Qian Guocheng was a survivor of that tragedy. He escaped from the arms of death, and with guilt towards his comrades and anger towards the enemy, he joined the Military Control Commission, determined to continue fighting in another way.

At this moment, he looked at Tang Xiaoxiao with mixed feelings.

"Comrade Leader," Qian Guocheng broke the silence with a hint of hoarseness in his voice, "What kind of team are you? Can you defeat these little devils?" He had asked himself this question countless times, but he still wanted to hear the answer from this Communist, hoping to find some hope and strength from it.

Tang Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with endless determination. "We are the team of those who refuse to surrender, those who fight to the end for their homes and loved ones." Her words were calm and firm, "We may not be the strongest, but we have the most passionate hearts. The Japanese may be strong, but they are facing the anger and courage of every Chinese. As long as we are united, there is nothing we cannot overcome."

After hearing this, Qian Guocheng felt a warm current in his heart. He looked at Tang Xiaoxiao, as if he saw hope for the future. He knew that this war would not end easily, but as long as there were people like this, they would have a chance to win the final victory. He silently vowed that no matter how many difficulties there were ahead, he would fight side by side with these brave people until the last moment.

"Following you to fight the Japanese is really exciting and satisfying. Every time a gunshot is heard, it is a warning to the invaders, and every inch of land fought for is to defend our homeland. That feeling is like a fire burning in my chest, dispelling the fear, leaving only firm belief and endless determination." Qian Guocheng sighed.

"You're right, Lao Qian. No matter where we are, as long as we are fighting to drive away these demons, we are comrades on the same front. National boundaries and political parties are no longer important in the face of life and death. What's important is that we are all Chinese, and we are all fighting for the same goal, which is to protect our compatriots and guard our land." Tang Xiaoxiao seized the opportunity and kept lobbying.

"Join us. Here we are a group of people who, like you, have a patriotic heart. We train together, fight together, share the joy of victory together, and endure the pain of war together. On the battlefield, we fight side by side and support each other; in peacetime, we build together and share peace."

"You don't have to worry about our differences. Those are arguments between adults. We just need to remember that we have the same enemy. Whether it's the Communist Party or the Kuomintang, we are all one family. We have only one goal, which is to drive out the Japanese invaders and restore the dignity of China."

"We don't need you to be a hero, we just need you to be yourself, an ordinary person who loves the motherland and is willing to give everything for it. Although everyone's power is small, when combined, it can form an unstoppable force. Each of your bullets may change the situation of the war, and each of your courage can boost our morale."

"Here, you are no longer fighting alone. You will have a group of brothers fighting side by side. We will laugh together, cry together, and face the challenges of life and death together. Every breath you take will be with us, and every charge you make will be remembered by us."

"So, don't hesitate any more, join us, and let us prove with practical actions that the Chinese people's backbone is straight, the Chinese people's blood is hot, and the Chinese people's soul is unyielding. No matter when and where, as long as it is to fight against foreign enemies, we will stand up without hesitation."

"Follow us, use our courage and wisdom to make those devils who attempt to trample on our land tremble. Let the world see that the Chinese are invincible. This is your battlefield, this is your home, this is your choice. Join us, let us write our own anti-Japanese legend together."

She almost admired herself for her eloquence.

Tang Xiaoxiao stared dumbly at Qian Guocheng under the tree, thinking: Agree quickly, agree quickly.