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

Today, Tang Xiaoxiao is like a vivid ink painting. Her beauty is like the blooming cherry blossoms in spring, delicate and fresh.

Hu Meimei's face was as white as the finest mutton-fat jade, delicate and smooth, revealing a natural luster.

On the round face, a pair of bright eyes sparkle with intelligence, as if hiding endless stories.

Her hair was carefully tied into two small pink flower buds, dotted among her black hair, like a messenger of spring, playful yet sweet.

She was wearing a light blue top, the corners of which swayed gently in the wind, as if bringing up a tranquil lake.

The lower body is matched with a black mid-length skirt, which is both dignified and agile. It forms a sharp color contrast with the top and adds a bit of mystery.

On her feet were a pair of white gauze socks, light and transparent, which complemented the pair of round-toed cloth shoes and exuded a hint of ancient charm.

Slung across her shoulder is a cloth bag with antique patterns that is both practical and artistic, as if it is a unique expression of her personality.

However, although Tang Xiaoxiao looks weak on the outside, she actually hides unexpected strength.

If you hadn't seen her skills with your own eyes, who would have believed that such a soft and sweet little girl actually possessed such powerful martial arts? Her restrained tenacity and strength, just like the strong soul beneath those soft colors on her body, is amazing.

During the war-torn years of the Anti-Japanese War, Wang Weiguo, the commander of the 343th Regiment of the 37rd Brigade, a tough guy, stood on the devastated battlefield, facing Tang Xiaoxiao, a girl who looked delicate but possessed great energy, with his heart full of gratitude.

He stood tall as a pine tree and gave her a standard military salute, his eyes revealing awe and curiosity.

"I am Wang Weiguo from the 343th Regiment of the 37rd Brigade. Thank you very much for your selfless assistance." His voice was deep and powerful, as shocking as a war drum.

Tang Xiaoxiao's responding smile contained tenacity and courage. She answered softly: "You're welcome. Our common goal is to drive out the invaders and defend our home." Her voice was soft but powerful.

Wang Weiguo showed great interest in the girl in front of him. He asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Tang Xiaoxiao smiled calmly and answered briefly: "I am affiliated with the Special Branch of the Political Department, codenamed 'Master'."

Wang Weiguo recalled a scene from a military meeting. He was skeptical when he heard that all the members of the newly established Special Service Section of the Political Department had special skills.

Now that he had seen Tang Xiaoxiao in person, he was deeply shocked and quickly said, "Comrade Sect Leader, I have long heard of your great name. Seeing you today, I can see that you are indeed worthy of your reputation."

Tang Xiaoxiao understood the urgency of the current situation, and she reminded Wang Weiguo: "Captain Wang, this place is not far from the Japanese stronghold, we must evacuate immediately."

Wang Weiguo gritted his teeth, with flames of anger burning in his eyes: "Damn Japanese, one day I will destroy their nest with my own hands!" His oath was like a raging fire, burning fiercely.

At this time, the leader of Wang Weiguo's guard platoon came running over and reported nervously: "Commander, the Japanese reinforcements will arrive in five minutes."

"Where are those students?" Wang Weiguo asked anxiously.

"They scattered and fled when the battle started," the platoon leader replied.

Wang Weiguo looked around the battlefield and saw the enemy's relics scattered on the ground. Those were their only spoils of war. Everything else had been cleared away without a trace.

He was pleased with the efficiency of the troops' actions and decisively ordered: "Retreat!"

Tang Xiaoxiao immediately made a suggestion: "Captain Wang, we have a truck. We can all squeeze in and evacuate faster."

Wang Weiguo nodded gratefully, and Tang Xiaoxiao led everyone towards the truck without hesitation.

Wang Weiguo's troops followed closely, preparing to escape from this dangerous place.

Not far away, a military truck was quietly parked on the side of the road. Chi Fenghan, who was in the driver's seat, saw Tang Xiaoxiao and immediately got out of the car and asked with concern: "Comrade Master, are you okay? Who are they?"

Tang Xiaoxiao knew that time was precious, so she immediately replied, "Let's get in the car first. The Japanese reinforcements will be here soon." Upon hearing this, Chi Fenghan immediately jumped onto the truck.

Wang Weiguo raised his hand and ordered, "Everyone get in the car!"

The guard platoon soldiers acted quickly and climbed onto the back of the truck.

Chi Fenghan saw that everyone was in place, leaving only Tang Xiaoxiao and Wang Weiguo. They squeezed into the passenger seat. Although the space was limited, both of them had firm determination in their eyes.

Tang Xiaoxiao introduced Wang Weiguo: "This is expert Chi Fenghan. This mission is to protect expert Chi and get him to the headquarters safely." Then, she turned to Chi Fenghan and said, "This is Captain Wang of the 343th Regiment of the 37rd Brigade."

Chi Fenghan responded politely: "Hello, Captain Wang, I am Chi Fenghan."

"Hello, Expert Chi, I'm Wang Weiguo."

Wang Weiguo suggested: "Our 343rd Brigade headquarters is in Xiaowang Village. You two can rest for a night and continue your journey tomorrow."

Tang Xiaoxiao asked Chi Fenghan for his opinion, and Chi Fenghan replied: "I will follow the arrangements of the head comrade."

"That's settled then. We'll rest at the brigade headquarters tonight."

As night falls, trucks speed under the moonlight towards the brigade headquarters in Xiaowang Village. Although the people in the trucks are crowded together, their hearts are full of firmness and determination. For the common goal, they will go hand in hand to fight against the invaders and defend their homes.

Tang Xiaoxiao sat in the jeep, looking out the window nervously.

Wang Weiguo sat next to her, his face calm, but a hint of caution in his eyes.

Their destination was Xiaowang Village, a strategic location hidden deep in the mountains and forests.

However, before they could get close, a sharp whistle broke the quiet of the countryside, indicating that their approach had been noticed.

The vehicle stopped suddenly, Chi Fenghan gripped the steering wheel tightly, a trace of panic flashed across his face.

In front of the car, a group of soldiers in Eighth Route Army uniforms quickly surrounded them, pointing their guns at them.

Upon seeing this, Wang Weiguo immediately opened the car door, straightened his back, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, don't panic, it's me, Wang Weiguo, from the 37th Regiment."

The soldiers recognized the heroic commander, and the tense atmosphere instantly eased a little.

The leading soldier was from the brigade's guard company. He laughed and joked, "Captain Wang, it's you. It looks like you've made a fortune. You can even get the enemy's trucks."

The soldiers around also started laughing, and the tense atmosphere was replaced by relaxed laughter.

The door next to Wang Weiguo opened, and the soldiers on the truck filed out. They were all fully armed, holding Type 38 rifles, and carrying all kinds of guns and ammunition, as if they had just returned from the battlefield.

The soldiers of the brigade were stunned and amazed at the sophisticated equipment.

"He's a rich man."

"Haha, I made a little fortune on the way." Wang Weiguo responded lightly, and then asked, "Where is the brigade commander now?"

"The brigade commander is at the headquarters," a soldier replied.

The headquarters of the 343rd Brigade was located in the center of the village. An ancient ancestral hall was temporarily transformed into an important place for making life and death decisions.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a tattered but solemn military flag was hung, fluttering in the wind.

Brigade commander Xu Feng, a resolute middle-aged man, sat in front of a simple wooden table with a spread out map covered with dense red and blue marks.

His eyes were sharp and deep as the night, and he was discussing strategic deployment with Political Commissar Liao Zhengming.

"Old Liao, how do you think we should deal with the next attack by the Japanese army?" Xu Feng's voice was steady and powerful, like an echo in a valley.

Liao Zhengming, a lean soldier, has eyes sparkling with wisdom behind his glasses.

He carefully examined the map, his fingers sliding over every key point: "Brigade Commander, the Japanese offensive may come from the mountains in the east. We must strengthen the defense there."

"Yes, that mountain range is our throat." Xu Feng nodded in agreement, "However, we can't just defend without attacking, we have to find a way to disrupt their formation."

"I have an idea," Liao Zhengming put down the pencil in his hand and looked directly at Xu Feng, "We can use the swamp behind the village to set traps, lure the Japanese army deeper, and then..."

"Then cut off their retreat route and surround them." Xu Feng took over the conversation. Their eyes met and a tacit understanding quietly formed in the air.

Hearing the knock on the door, Xu Feng didn't even raise his head, but just said lightly: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Wang Weiguo stood respectfully at the door and reported: "Brigade Commander, Political Commissar, Wang Weiguo is here to report."

Hearing this, Xu Feng looked up at Wang Weiguo with a friendly smile on his face, "Weiguo, you're here! Come in quickly."

Then, Wang Weiguo continued: "Brigade Commander, I brought two guests with me. One is the head of the Special Branch of the Political Department of the Headquarters, and the other is Expert Chi."

"Special Branch? Master? Expert Chi?" Xu Feng frowned slightly, thinking for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he understood something, "Hurry up and invite them in."

He remembered the mysterious special forces that the boss once mentioned. It was said that they were all martial arts masters with unique skills, especially the girl called "Leader". The boss had been coveting her for a long time and wanted to poach her but failed.

Xu Feng had also heard of Chi, an expert who was a disciple of Soviet scientist Sergei Pavlovich Komanlev. In order to invite him back to China,

The leaders of the military factory finally contacted him after much trouble. Such a technical figure should not be underestimated.