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Chapter 7 Happy Shooting 2
"start!"

With a shout from afar, the Japanese soldiers in the trenches rushed out in a swarm as if they were injected with chicken blood.

A few guys were rushing forward while shouting, "Give it to me, idiot!" They were obviously veterans.

He Daqi quickly caught up, blending into the crowd and looking for targets. Those who were quick-eyed and quick-handed had already started fighting, swinging their wooden prop rifles, but not hitting people.

Everyone was busy, and He Daqi couldn't find an opponent for a while. There was a Japanese extra next to him who was also dressed in shit-yellow clothes. He Daqi was thinking about just fighting with this guy for a while.

Fortunately, at this moment, two people in blue clothes caught He Daqi's eye from the crowd. Oh my god! It turned out that the internal strife had already started over there.

He Daqi and his buddy rushed over immediately. The buddy next to him was shouting nonsense, which made He Daqi feel a little unprofessional, so he also started shouting nonsense.

The back and forth of Wu Wu Zha Zha reminded He Daqi of his experience of playing bumper cars with other kids in an amusement park in his previous life.

As the people around him fell to the ground one after another, He Daqi also followed their example and found an opportunity to lie on the ground.

As a result, the guy who was sparring with him did not stop. He stabbed He Daqi twice with the wooden prop rifle. Facing He Daqi's confused look, this guy pretended to be shot and lay beside He Daqi.

He Daqi was unhappy and gave him a subtle kick and asked, "Why are you poking me?"

"You're wearing an officer's uniform, so you'll definitely get a close-up when the filming begins. Let me practice on you first, and maybe I can even get a shot later." The guy lying opposite said this in a nasty tone.

Good fellow! What a good fellow! Just because I was wearing something different, I got hit twice for nothing.

He Daqi carefully looked at the face of the guy opposite him, memorized it in his mind, and prepared to report these two moves back when the actual shooting was done later.

"It's pretty good. Everyone, please stand up. However, there are still some mistakes in the positioning of some of you. Let me tell you again the location of the explosive points. Let's rehearse it again. I hope everyone won't make mistakes again." The assistant director came over with a loudspeaker and shouted.

He was just about to arrange for the extras to rehearse again when the director's voice rang out from the intercom on his waist:
"Old Shen, do you see that tall Japanese officer to your southeast? Find him a prop samurai sword. I saw he's quite nimble just now. Let's rehearse him later so he doesn't die in the crowd. Use the samurai sword to attack from behind, and then let the main characters take care of him when they appear."

Upon hearing this, the assistant director looked up and saw He Daqi looking at him happily.

"Props, bring him a katana."

The assistant director pointed at He Daqi and shouted into the distance, then walked up to He Daqi to start his story. When he got closer and saw He Daqi's appearance, he was stunned for a moment. This guy looks quite outstanding...

"When the call to action comes, you rush from here to there with your katana, slashing at anyone you see along the way. Don't stop until you run into the main characters. Got it?"

"I understand." He Daqi nodded, holding the rubber samurai sword.

When the assistant director turned around to instruct other people, He Daqi began to shake the rubber samurai sword in his hand. This thing was quite interesting.

After a while, everyone returned to their seats.

"Everyone, take your positions! Start!!!"

With an order, He Daqi took the lead, chattering and rushing out of the trench with a samurai sword in hand.

The opportunity for revenge has come. The samurai sword in his hand is much longer than the rifle. He Daqi rushed forward while looking around for the position of the guy who had stabbed him twice.

Unexpectedly, many people on the opposite side saw him holding a samurai sword and secretly moved towards him, so He Daqi had to chop down several of them before he found the guy he had just seen.

"It's so hot!"

He Daqi rushed forward shouting slogans.

The two men fought for a while, and He Daqi knocked him to the ground and stabbed him twice more. Then he remembered the assistant director's instructions and continued to rush towards the position the assistant director had just mentioned.

"Very good, this is much better than before! Everyone, take a break and remember your previous trajectory. Once the protagonists are ready, we'll start filming. The Eighth Route Army should be careful not to block the protagonists' camera, and the Japanese should remember to kill them quickly and not delay the protagonists' progress."

This time, the assistant director came over and arranged for everyone to rest, then led the stunt actors through the process, and then began to explain the scene to the main characters who had put on their makeup.

He Daqi ran twice and was now in high spirits, poking around in the trench with a rubber samurai sword.

Fortunately, he didn't know what the rapeseed flower cutting tool was, otherwise he would have been cutting the grass in the trenches twice.

About ten minutes later, with the sound of "start", He Daqi rushed out with a samurai sword.

This time it was a real shot. Not only were there several people carrying cameras following both sides, but the explosion points on the road were no longer just for show.

Because the assistant director had emphasized it repeatedly before, He Daqi was not too surprised when he saw the explosion point actually happen.

However, there were still some mistakes in the positioning of the extras. Not only did the Eighth Route Army all run in one direction, but there were also a few careless people on the Japanese side. He Daqi saw with his own eyes that a guy was slashed several times by the protagonist and was still lying dead.

By the time He Daqi rushed in front of the protagonists, the scene was in complete chaos.

"Stop! Click! Stop the fucking moment!"

He Daqi heard the director's broken defense from a distance. This time, the director was no longer sitting still. He took off his sunglasses and hat and walked over angrily with the assistant director.

He Daqi was originally wondering why the director wore a hat in such hot weather, but when he got closer and saw the strands of hair on both sides of the director's head fluttering mischievously, he immediately understood his difficulty.

It can be seen that this director has a bad temper. After coming over, he first scolded the protagonists, and then scolded the assistant director.

The director cursed and vented his anger. As he was about to walk back, he accidentally saw He Daqi standing aside, happily watching the show. He immediately pointed at He Daqi and turned back to yell at the assistant director: "He has such a fair complexion, why didn't you tell me earlier? Ask the makeup artist to make him look darker!"

He Daqi blinked innocently. Who had he offended?

After the director left, the assistant director made careful arrangements again with a sad face. He used the same words that the director had scolded him with on the extras who were running around just now.

He also ordered a young makeup artist to come and paint He Daqi's face with makeup, making it look dark and gloomy, making He Daqi look like a Japanese soldier coming down from the battlefield.

There was no rest time this time. After the assistant director made the arrangements according to repeated instructions, as soon as we left the shooting area, the script supervisor shouted "start".

"Give it to me, idiot~!"

He Daqi rushed out again with a samurai sword in his hand, and a group of Japanese soldiers followed him, shouting.

At this moment, He Daqi was like a god descending from heaven. He chopped off three Japanese soldiers and a dozen Eighth Route Army soldiers along the way, and rushed to the front of the protagonists fiercely.

He Daqi just rushed over and asked the director to stop. Now he almost forgot who among the protagonists he was going to fight.

Seeing that all the regular main and supporting actors were busy, with only a little girl who looked like a medic hiding in the back, He Daqi ran towards the girl without hesitation.

"Kill me now!" He Daqi raised his samurai sword and whispered to the little girl.

This girl is a bit too aggressive. Even though the plot is obviously not like that, she still took out a prop box gun from her waist, shot He Daqi twice, and even dubbed the sound herself.

He Daqi swiftly threw away his samurai sword and began to lie down.

After lying on the ground for three or four minutes, I heard a loud speaker shout "click".

He Daqi stood up with his samurai sword and returned to sit in the trench.

He had already showered four times. If he wasn't afraid of getting covered in dirt and having difficulty washing it off, he would have wanted to follow the example of the other extras and just lie down in the trench.

At this moment, the director is watching the playback with the assistant director. The effect is good this time. Except that the protagonists need a few close-up shots, everything else is acceptable.

When the two saw He Daqi rushing towards the little girl with a samurai sword, the director asked in confusion, "Did you arrange it like this?"

Without waiting for the assistant director to reply, he continued, "Forget it, this is also good. Let's keep this shot. That little girl is quite smart. Let's give her more plot."

"Do we need to continue filming the group scene?" asked the assistant director.

The director thought for a moment and shook his head. "No need. We've only rented this location for two days. It's fine. We still have other things to shoot later. You can arrange for the extras to help move the things and then let them go. This way you don't have to order lunch boxes."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right now."

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At noon, He Daqi entered the community in the dark.

He was almost exhausted and didn't even want to eat. He just wanted to find a place to wash up and lie down to rest for a while.

After knocking on the door of the villa, Zhou Huimin came hurriedly in slippers and opened the door. Just as she was about to jump into He Daqi's arms, she saw He Daqi's big clown face, and then she smelled the scent of He Daqi.

"Aren't you going to be an extra? Playing the role of a dung collector?" Zhou Huimin asked, covering her nose.

"Don't mention it! Let me wash it quickly."

He Daqi didn't even bother to get ready. He started taking off his clothes as soon as he entered the room. By the time he reached the bathroom door, he was already naked.

"The home appliances I bought this morning have been delivered. There is a washing machine in the bathroom. You can wash your clothes while you are there." Zhou Huimin knocked on the bathroom door and instructed.

"Come in and help me rub my back. I'll feel itchy all over if I don't wash my whole body today." He Daqi shouted.

Zhou Huimin smiled as she pushed the door open and walked into the bathroom. As she took off her clothes, she asked, "What the hell did you act out? How did you get yourself into this state? Did someone mess you up?"

"I played a Japanese officer. This guy really tired me out. I was exhausted after rushing several times, but I didn't expect to be asked to move things for a long time before leaving."

He Daqi was rubbing his head vigorously with shampoo and complaining. As he was talking, he felt Zhou Huimin sticking to him from behind.

(End of this chapter)