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

On the winding mountain path, an old jeep was bumping forward. Chi Fenghan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was concentrating on steering the car, glancing at Tang Xiaoxiao in the passenger seat from time to time.

Tang Xiaoxiao is currently immersed in her world of glove bags, and her mouth is never idle.

Her bag seemed like a bottomless pit, filled with all kinds of snacks: crispy peanuts, fragrant melon seeds, sweet sweet potato chips, Chenghuang Temple's unique five-spice beans, and even a few pieces of exquisite chocolate.

It was like a little treasure she carried with her, and one couldn't help but marvel at her appetite and the capacity of the bag.

Chi Fenghan's gaze wandered between Tang Xiaoxiao and the mountain road ahead, and he thought secretly in his heart.

He remembered the luggage that Hu Yunkai prepared for them, which was simple but practical: a few sets of clothes, a bag of dried meat, a few bottles of homemade meat sauce, three packs of muffins from Gaoqiao and two boxes of Qibao square cakes.

These were enough for their journey, but formed a sharp contrast with Tang Xiaoxiao's cloth bag full of snacks.

However, he didn't say much, let alone ask.

He knew that this seemingly childish girl was not simple. She could move freely in the enemy-occupied area and even dared to break into the Yunzhou garrison headquarters in the middle of the night. He was ashamed of himself for her courage and cleverness.

Suddenly, a sharp cry for help pierced the morning silence of the mountains like a sharp sword, startling the birds that were roosting. A group of young people in school uniforms were running on the winding forest path ahead, their faces full of fear and despair. Following closely behind them were several Japanese soldiers with hideous faces and bayonets in their hands, their figures looked particularly gloomy in the sun.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of gunfire was like thunderbolts from the blue sky, followed by the sound of intensive exchange of fire, which seemed to shake the entire valley. In the woods by the roadside, a group of soldiers in the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army came down the mountain like tigers, holding rifles and launching a fierce attack on the Japanese soldiers without hesitation. Taking advantage of the chaos, the students who were being chased seized the opportunity and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

"Stop the car!" Tang Xiaoxiao shouted.

Chi Fenghan stepped on the brakes without hesitation, and the jeep suddenly stopped in the dust.

Tang Xiaoxiao, sitting in the passenger seat, had a determined look in her eyes and quickly ordered: "Expert Chi, you stay in the car and find a place to hide. I'll go help those people." As she spoke, she pulled out a Type 94 pistol she got from Inoue Jieta from her waist and threw it to Chi Fenghan, "Take this and protect yourself." She glanced at him and added, "Can you use a gun?"

"Yes." Chi Fenghan took the pistol and answered calmly. His fingers gently touched the cold metal and he had made a decision in his heart.

After Tang Xiaoxiao finished her instructions, she jumped out of the car lightly and leaped onto a big tree silently like a cat.

She aimed at one of the Japanese officers and pulled the trigger decisively. "Bang, bang, bang." After three gunshots, three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground and their blood dyed the grass red.

"Baga! Where does the gunshot come from?" The Japanese soldiers looked around in horror and their formation was in chaos.

"6 o'clock direction!" A Japanese soldier quickly analyzed the source of the gunshots and shouted loudly.

"Counterattack!" the Japanese officer roared and issued an order.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da!"

In an instant, the sounds of gunfire intertwined, and the tree trunk where Tang Xiaoxiao was hiding was riddled with holes from bullets.

However, she had already moved swiftly behind another tree after firing three shots.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several more Japanese soldiers fell down, shot in the head, and their lives disappeared in an instant.

The morale of the Eighth Route Army soldiers who witnessed all this was greatly boosted, and one soldier blew the charge.

The sound of "dudududu" echoed through the valley, as passionate as a war song.

"Comrades, charge!" A soldier raised his bayonet and shouted in a heart-stirring voice. His voice was like a gust of wind, sweeping across the battlefield and resonating with every soldier's heartbeat. It was an order, an encouragement, and their common determination. They responded one after another, shouting like waves, shaking the world.

They rushed towards the enemy camp like a tiger descending from a mountain or an eagle soaring into the sky. Each of their steps was firm and powerful, and each of their shouts was full of strength. They interpreted the bravery and fearlessness of the Eighth Route Army with their actions, and defended the dignity of the motherland with their lives. Their figures looked so tall and majestic in the sun, as if they were an iron wall and copper wall that no one could stop.

On the other side, Tang Xiaoxiao jumped up again and shuttled among the treetops like the wind.

"Bang bang bang", every gunshot was accompanied by the fall of a Japanese soldier.

Her movements were lightning fast and every shot was extremely accurate.

"Bang bang bang", the sound of Tang Xiaoxiao's gunfire was like a war song. Every time he pulled the trigger, a Japanese soldier fell down.

Her figure leaped among the trees like a cheetah in the dark night, and every move was so graceful and deadly.

The Japanese soldiers' firepower became more and more intense, but she was never hit. Her figure shuttled through the hail of bullets like a dancer dancing on the stage.

"Bang, bang, bang", several more Japanese soldiers fell, their lives instantly disappeared under Tang Xiaoxiao's gun. Her calmness and courage made those once arrogant Japanese soldiers panic. They began to wonder whether the mysterious shooter was really not a human, but some kind of supernatural being.

The offensive of the Eighth Route Army intensified. Under the cover of Tang Xiaoxiao, they advanced step by step, forcing the devil soldiers into a desperate situation. Chi Fenghan was in the car, watching all this through the broken window. His heart was surging, and his admiration and worry for Tang Xiaoxiao were intertwined.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and Tang Xiaoxiao's gunshots continued to ring. Under her cover, the morale of the Eighth Route Army was high. They defeated more with fewer troops and gradually gained the upper hand. The defense line of the devil soldiers began to collapse, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.

After the last shot was fired, Tang Xiaoxiao jumped down from the tree and faced the remaining Japanese soldiers.

Her eyes were cold, and the gun in her hand was pointed at the last enemy. At that moment, all the sounds disappeared, leaving only the silence of her confrontation with those Japanese soldiers.

"Bang, bang, bang", three gunshots rang out, and three Japanese soldiers fell down, and the battle was over. Tang Xiaoxiao stood there, her body covered with the dust of the battle, but her eyes were still bright, like the brightest star in the night sky.

The Eighth Route Army cheered and celebrated this hard-won victory.

At this critical moment, a burly young man slowly walked towards Tang Xiaoxiao. His presence was like a solid mountain, unshakable.

He is taller than an average person, at 189 cm, and has a strong physique, like a pine tree that never falls. The sunlight shines on his body, outlining a resolute outline, and his eyes are deep and firm, as if containing endless strength and determination.

As a soldier, he was under the command of Wang Weiguo, the commander of the 343th Regiment of the 37rd Brigade, a prestigious unit.

Fighting alongside him were his loyal guards. On their way to the brigade headquarters to attend an important meeting, they unexpectedly encountered this group of innocent students being chased by the Japanese army.