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

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes were burning with anger, and she responded firmly: "We must kill all those little devils, leaving no one alive! Let them know that our homes cannot be violated, and our loved ones will not sacrifice in vain!"

Tian Tieta patted Xiao Zhenjiang's shoulder vigorously, conveying his determination to fight against the same enemy with silent comfort: "Each of us, Xiao Zhenjiang, including myself, has a deep hatred with those devils. Their crimes and blood feuds have been branded in the depths of each of our souls. Sooner or later, we will make them pay the price."

Zhou Zilong's eyes were like torches, and they flashed with a fiery fire of revenge, as if every beam of light contained endless rage. Although his words were concise, they were as powerful as the collision of iron and stone: "My comrades, those brothers who fought side by side, their smiles have been wiped out by the smoke; my homeland, that peaceful fertile land, now only has broken walls and ruins; my friends, those partners who once spent the spring and autumn together, their laughter has been drowned by the sound of gunfire. All this was done by those invaders. We, even if we give everything, even if we only have our last breath and the last drop of blood left, we will make those evil devils pay the price they deserve!"

Xiao Zhenjiang clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he could still feel the deep hatred.

The horses trampled through the fallen leaves in the morning light, and the team followed the trail deeper into the valley.

The remains of Xiaojia Village gradually came into view. The dilapidated houses and collapsed stone walls told of its former glory and present desolation.

Xiao Zhenjiang looked around and said in a deep voice: "Let's find a place to hide the horses first, and then walk into the Xiao family's ancestral tomb. We can't let the enemy find any traces."

Everyone nodded and followed Xiao Zhenjiang's instructions, hiding the horses deep in the forest, and then carefully approached the Xiao family's ancestral tomb.

Xiao Zhenjiang walked in front, leading the team through a weed-covered open space and came to the seemingly ordinary ancestral grave.

The Xiao family ancestral tomb is located between the mountains, surrounded by lush ancient trees. Two majestic stone lions stand on both sides of the tomb, symbolizing protection and dignity.

These two stone lions are like guardian gods, silent but intimidating.

Xiao Zhenjiang's eyes were determined. He slowly stretched out two slender fingers and gently touched the eyes of the stone lion on the right, as if he was performing an ancient and sacred ritual.

As he moved, the stone lion's eyes seemed to come alive, flashing a deep light.

Immediately afterwards, a surprising scene took place: the stone tablet in front of the Xiao family's ancestral tomb slowly moved, as if pulled by an invisible force, revealing the iron gate hidden behind it.

That iron door, rusty yet extremely strong, is a witness to time and history.

Xiao Zhenjiang took out an ancient key from his pocket. The key was inlaid with gems and emitted a faint light. It was obviously not an ordinary item.

He inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it gently. The iron door opened as if uncovering dusty memories.

Behind the door, a space the size of a basketball court appeared before one's eyes. Sunlight shone through the carefully designed holes on the top, sprinkling onto the mountains of weapons and ammunition, forming mysterious light and shadows.

These weapons were the equipment of half a division that they had stolen from the enemy's arsenal in Ping'an Town. They were piled up like mountains, like monuments of victory.

The layout of the entire space is orderly. Although there are many weapons and ammunition, it does not appear messy.

On one side of these steel jungles, there are eight spacious rooms, each of which can accommodate more than thirty people.

The walls of the room bear traces of time, as if whispering stories of the past. The wood grain on the door frame and the wear marks on the floor all silently tell of the atmosphere of past life.

One of the rooms was obviously used as a kitchen. Although the stove, dishes, and spice rack were empty, one could still see the bustling scene in the past, as if someone would come in at any time and start cooking the day's meals.

Although the other utility room is also empty, the wooden boxes, ropes and tools in the corner still make people imagine that this was once a place for preparing supplies and repairing equipment.

The morning light quietly descended, stretching the shadow of the secret room long and deep. Tian Tieta, the resolute and decisive company commander, stood at the front of the team, like an indestructible stone monument. His voice was deep and powerful, as if the sound of an ancient bell echoed in the air, foreshadowing the upcoming challenge. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, sweeping across a group of spirited soldiers, all of whom stood straight, like pine trees in the jungle, tough and alert.

"We must hold on here until night and be prepared." Tian Tieta's words were concise and firm, and every word seemed to be engraved in the soldiers' hearts.

"Squad 1, your mission is to go out hunting, but you must stay hidden and not use guns." Tian Tieta's warning was full of respect for the environment and vigilance against the enemy. The soldiers of Squad 1 responded and their figures gradually disappeared in the morning mist, leaving only faint echoes in the empty chamber.

"Squad 2, your task is to count and register this batch of weapons." Tian Tieta turned to Squad 2, and the soldiers immediately got busy.

"Class 3, you are our eyes and ears. Report any small movement." Tian Tieta's gaze fell on Class 3. They quickly dispersed, like cats stalking in the dark, silently blending into the surrounding environment. Their duty was to ensure the safety of the team.

Zhou Zilong took the initiative to walk towards Captain Tian, ​​with a firm gaze, and asked about his mission. "Captain Tian, ​​what do we need to do?" His words revealed his eager anticipation for the mission.

Tian Tieta looked at him with appreciation, nodded slightly, and said, "You are responsible for taking care of your horses and finding some fodder to feed them, but be careful not to expose our position. Then help Class 2 to count the supplies."

"Yes!" Zhou Zilong took the order and immediately conveyed it to his comrades around him. They took action immediately, carefully searching for fodder outside the secret room while maintaining a high level of vigilance.

Tang Xiaoxiao looked exhausted at the moment. She came to Tian Tieta and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm tired. Can I rest for a while?" Tian Tieta looked at her and felt apologetic. Then he realized that although Tang Xiaoxiao showed maturity beyond her age, she was still a child after all.

"Go, have a good rest and recover your strength." Tian Tieta's words were full of care, and his eyes revealed his love and guilt for the girl.

Tang Xiaoxiao nodded gratefully, dragging her tired body to find a quiet corner in the secret room. She walked into an empty room, which was simply lined with rows of wooden beds. Although simple, it could provide a brief peace. Without thinking too much, she fell directly on a bed. Her exhaustion made her fall into a dream in an instant, hoping to regain some strength in this short rest.