Spy War: My Cheat Code is a Rat

"Hey, Commander, what's wrong with those damn Japanese devils? They've been silent for days. What are they doing?"

"Yeah, it's been three days already. Have the Japanese given up?"

"Hey, Wang Xiaohu, I bet you're thinking about going home and getting married, aren't you?"

When the man called Wang Xiaohu heard his comrade's words, his chapped face couldn't hide the flush.

The few toes that were exposed tightened, and he stretched his neck to force out a sentence.

"I think you guys are just jealous and envious because you don't have wives."

Hahahaha.

Wang Xiaohu's words made all the grown men burst into laughter.

They were all a generation older than Wang Xiaohu. His parents were also very open-minded and felt at ease letting their seventeen-year-old son join the army.

"Alright, alright, you're all uncles and elders, stop teasing Little Tiger."

Wang Deming wiped the dust off his face and smiled as he came to Wang Xiaohu's rescue.

"Come here, Little Tiger."

Wang Deming kicked away the pebbles and sat down heavily, holding a gun in one hand and reaching into his pocket with the other.

"What's wrong, Commander?"

Wang Xiaohu grinned and jogged over to Wang Deming's side.

"I just found this outside, take it and eat it."

Wang Deming handed a hardened white steamed bun to Wang Xiaohu.

"White flour steamed buns? That's a good thing."

Wang Xiaohu's eyes lit up immediately. He took it and carefully peeled off the layer of dust that covered the surface.

White flour steamed buns were a rare treat; people ate them only a few times a year, you could count them on one hand.

"Young people these days don't know how to save money."

Wang Deming picked up the piece of leather that Wang Xiaohu had dropped on the ground, blew on it, put it in his mouth, smacked it a couple of times, and swallowed it.

"Brother Wang, haven't you eaten yet?"

Seeing Wang Deming pick up the dusty white dough from the ground and eat it, Wang Xiaohu handed him a steamed bun.

"Hey, I ate some while you were sleeping. You're still young and growing, so eat more."

Wang Deming pushed the steamed bun back, his eyes crinkling into slits with laughter.

"Where's Brother Li? Have you eaten yet? If not, I'll give you some."

Wang Xiaohu then turned to Xiao Li with the steamed bun in his hand.

"You've already eaten, so you can have some. The commander was right, you're still growing."

Xiao Li laughed twice and pushed the steamed bun back.

"Brother Cheng? Brother Hu? Brother Zheng?"

Wang Xiaohu wanted to give the steamed buns to the uncles and elders who often took care of him, but the answer he got was that they had already eaten and were not hungry.

"We've all eaten. While you were sleeping, you picked up a lot of white steamed buns outside, some of them were still soft. They tasted so good! Don't worry about us, just eat up."

Wang Deming pulled Wang Xiaohu to sit on the ground, smacking his lips as if savoring the taste of the white steamed bun.

Others chimed in, saying that since he was sleeping, they were worried he might be hungry when he woke up, so this portion was specially reserved for him.

Hearing them say that, Wang Xiaohu immediately felt relieved and began to devour the dry steamed bun.

He didn't know how long ago the steamed buns were; they were making his teeth ache from chewing on them, but something was better than nothing.

In the first few days after arriving at the front, the logistical supplies were relatively plentiful, and the soldiers could eat their fill every meal. However, after fighting for a while, the situation deteriorated, and the soldiers could only eat fried rice and hard-cooked food.

By now, the war has been going on for several months. In the later stages, for some reason, there was no supply at all, so they had no choice but to find food on their own.

"By the way, Xiaohu, I know more or less about the families of the brothers, but I've never heard you mention them before. Tell me about them."

Wang Deming looked at Wang Xiaohu. He knew more or less about the reasons why the others joined the army and their family situations.

He remembered that Wang Xiaohu joined the team after a battle. When asked which team he originally belonged to, he said he didn't know and that he had gotten lost. Since he was young, they kept him on.

Wang Xiaohu looked up at Wang Deming, his mouth clenched so tightly it made a crunching sound, and hesitated for a while before finally speaking.

"Actually, I ran away to join the army, and my family had no idea about it."

Wang Deming sat there calmly, taking a good rest while the Japanese devils stopped their attack.

Hearing Wang Xiaohu's words, he immediately perked up.

"You little rascal, you snuck away? You've got some nerve."

Wang Deming stood up excitedly. He said, "How could my family feel at ease letting such a young child join the army? It turns out he ran away. I even believed his lies back then."

"Calling me a fool won't do you any good. You can't send me away now, so you can only keep me here."

Wang Xiaohu stretched out his neck, defiantly confronting Wang Deming like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

Given the current battlefield situation, sending someone out would be tantamount to suicide, which really proved his point. No matter how angry Wang Deming was, he couldn't possibly send him away now.

"I'll send you home as soon as the war is over. You even ran away from home. Your parents must be worried sick."

Wang Deming said this through gritted teeth; the battlefield was too dangerous, let alone for soldiers so young.

He decided that once the war was over, he would kidnap Wang Xiaohu and bring him home, even if it meant taking him by force.

"Don't look down on me. I've killed a lot of Japanese devils. I'm going to kill Japanese devils."

Wang Xiaohu stood up, saying he wouldn't go home no matter what, determined to stay here.

"Okay, if your family agrees, I'll let you stay. If they don't, you'd better go home."

Wang Deming gritted his teeth; it seemed this child was determined to stay here.

That being said, as soon as the war ends, Wang Deming will have to send Wang Xiaohu home, regardless of whether his parents agree or not.

"Don't worry, Commander. I just sent a letter home a few months ago saying that I would go back as soon as the war was over."

"My wife and I are from the same village. We were betrothed when we were children, and she's waiting for me at home. As soon as I get home, we'll get married!"

Thinking of his wife, Wang Xiaohu was overjoyed. He swallowed the steamed bun in a few bites and then went to stand guard with the other veterans.

"You silly boy."

Watching Wang Xiaohu's departing figure, Wang Deming cursed under his breath, patted his butt, and sat back down on the ground.

"Squeak squeak".

Just then, a mouse squeaked beside him. Upon hearing this sound, Wang Deming immediately thought of the time when the mouse had delivered a message.

After all, this incident was so surreal that it remained vivid in his memory.

"Given this situation, this environment, and this timing, could it be another..."

Wang Deming's lips twitched. The current situation was so similar to what had happened back then.

I remember that man called himself a rat and even used rats to deliver messages. Could he be a rat spirit?

"Squeak squeak".

Hearing the squeaking of mice beside him again, Wang Deming shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind and turned to look.

It was in the same spot as last time, and he didn't even know if it was the same rat from last time. It was standing next to Wang Deming, holding a piece of paper in its mouth and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Give it to me."

Wang Deming took a deep breath and looked at the familiar scene, still finding it somewhat unbelievable.

After taking the paper, the rat didn't linger and disappeared into the ruins in a flash.

"What kind of message will it be this time?"

Thinking it over, Wang Deming unfolded the folded paper into a square. After laying it flat, a line of words came into view, followed by two large characters with thicker ink at the end.

mouse.