Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

Chapter 27 doesn't match the script?

"Are you ready?" Wu Jing called out.

Yi nodded.

"alright."

The assistant director stood in the middle with a walkie-talkie.

"Rehearsal begins!"

Yi Zheng led fifteen or sixteen Japanese soldiers, who were acting as extras, out from behind the sandbag fortifications.

He ran in the lead, followed by Zhang Dazhuang and a group of novices who had just learned to hold a gun.

On the other side, Wu Jing gave an order.

"Fire!"

On the Eighth Route Army's side, a dozen or so extras simultaneously peeked out from behind cover and assumed shooting stances.

The movements were synchronized and the rhythm was uniform.

Just that sheer momentum put the Japanese side at a disadvantage.

The props used in this shoot were replica guns.

Although it doesn't actually fire bullets, there's an explosive charge detonating in the muzzle when the gun is fired.

This made the confrontation on the entire stage feel very real.

Meanwhile, Wu Jing had been giving instructions to the Eighth Route Army all morning.

Their positioning and firepower coverage were executed with great discipline.

Yi Zheng is in a terrible situation.

The quality of the extras in the Japanese army was already uneven.

With the explosives planted nearby detonating, many people instinctively chickened out.

As Yi Zheng rushed to the designated station, he looked back.

broken.

The extras behind me had already broken formation.

Some ran too fast, some ran too slow.

Some of them bumped into each other and almost fell over.

Another one suddenly crouched down while running, probably because he didn't know which way to go.

Zhang Dazhuang kept up closely, but what good was it if he did it alone?

The Eighth Route Army extras on Wu Jing's side advanced in groups of three, taking turns to provide cover, their movements fluid and graceful.

It truly captured the unique characteristics of the Eighth Route Army.

Meanwhile, Yi Zheng's side was like a bunch of headless flies.

"Click!"

The assistant director called "cut".

"In this scene, the Japanese should have suppressed our side from the very beginning."

"You were supposed to be acting, how come you were defeated right from the start?!"

Wu Jing stood up from behind the sandbag, patted the dirt off his hands, and revealed his signature smile.

He didn't say anything, but the expression on his face said it all.

Not really.

On the side of the film set, a few staff members huddled together and whispered among themselves.

"That's it? Wasn't Yi Zheng acting all high and mighty yesterday?"

"Yesterday was a dialogue scene, bro, a one-on-one confrontation. Today is an ensemble piece, and if you can't carry the team, you just can't."

"Teacher Wu Jing has been practicing all morning, and her movements are all perfect. As for Yi Zheng... tsk."

The lighting technician squatted on the ground, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and shook his head.

"I told you, ensemble acting isn't a one-person job."

"What good is your acting in dramatic scenes? The ferocity of the Japanese soldiers isn't just about facial expressions. It's when the actual combat scenes are being filmed that your acting skills are truly put to the test."

In Li Sisi's live stream, the comments were overwhelmingly in favor of her.

"As expected, it crashed!"

"An ensemble piece is an ensemble piece; what good is it if you're exceptionally talented on your own?"

"Look at the formation and the momentum of the group led by Teacher Wu Jing!"

"Yi Zheng is probably going to embarrass himself today."

"They were so boastful yesterday, and they've been proven wrong today."

Li Sisi's expression was somewhat complicated as she faced the camera.

"Family members, indeed... the difference is quite obvious."

"The extras on Teacher Wu Jing's side have standard movements and excellent teamwork."

"To be honest, things are a bit bad for Yi Zheng."

The atmosphere was much more lively on the Eighth Route Army's side.

A group of extras were laughing and patting each other on the shoulder.

"Haha, that's it? It's being touted as something amazing online."

"I think it's just so-so, not as impressive as any one of ours."

Peng Yuchang also emerged from behind the cover.

In this scene, he played the role of the artillery company commander.

He turned and elbowed Aru next to him.

"See? I told you this Yizheng wasn't that mystical. Now you're not saying the Japanese are bowing down, are you?"

Aruna rubbed her arm that had been slapped.

"Indeed, when it comes to acting skills, she can't even come close to Wu Jing."

"I think Grandpa Yang and Xiao Zhan might have underperformed."

Peng Yuchang pursed his lips.

"He just happened to be out of form and got lucky. Yi Zheng was just an extra after all."

He stretched his neck, a hint of relaxation in his eyes.

"When we start filming later, we'll act normally. Don't let Yi Zheng intimidate you again."

Aruna nodded. "Okay, I'll do as you say."

On Kong Sheng's side.

The cup of soy milk was empty.

He crushed the paper cup, handed it to his assistant, and then walked towards Wu Jing.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Wu."

Wu Jing waved his hand.

"It's not hard work."

Kong Sheng asked, "How's the rehearsal going?"

Wu Jing thought for a moment and then told the truth.

"I've practiced my positioning skills enough."

"The Eighth Route Army is fine. Their movements are accurate, and their coordination is good. They've mastered the basics."

"The Japanese..." He shook his head.

"It's a bit out of sync with the role."

Kong Sheng was taken aback.

"Can't resonate with the character?"

He glanced at Yi Zheng subconsciously.

In the previous scenes, it was always the other actors who couldn't act opposite Yi Zheng.

They were either silenced by the pressure or their rhythm was completely disrupted.

Today it's the other way around?

But on second thought, it's normal.

The person opposite him is Wu Jing.

The ability to train a group of extras to look like that in just one morning is a skill that not everyone possesses.

"The extras on the Japanese side are really bad," Wu Jing added.

"That Yi Zheng probably hasn't filmed any action scenes before, he looks all frail."

Kong Sheng nodded.

"I see."

He glanced at his watch.

9:30.

There's no point in dragging this out any longer.

The extras are only at this level; they won't improve even after a day of practice.

Why not just start filming? His directing skills speak for themselves.

That's how ensemble films are made; they rely on camera angles and editing.

If you rely on extras to perform well, the training costs are too high.

In any case, even if the extras playing the Japanese soldiers are a bit lacking, the audience can accept the effect in a certain sense.

Kong Sheng clapped his hands.

"Attention all departments!"

"Filming will officially begin in ten minutes! Everyone, take your positions!"

At a command, the field sprang into action.

The fog machine started up, and white mist spread from the ground.

The photography crew pushed the track cart into position, and all three cameras were set up at the same time.

The extras began to return to their positions.

On the Eighth Route Army's side, Peng Yuchang had already changed into his costume and was squatting behind the sandbags, clutching a prop pistol in his hand.

He glanced across the street.

It's very easy.

The rehearsal he just did put his mind at ease.

Yi Zheng is nothing special.

Without the pressure of one-on-one situations, they blend into the crowd in group scenes.

On the Japanese side.

Yi Zheng was standing at the starting point.

The extras around him were all dejected.

The feeling of being completely outmatched during the rehearsal hasn't faded yet.

Someone muttered under their breath.

"Oh no, we'll definitely have to do several more takes later."

"Tch, it's a daily wage anyway. Whether the filming is good or bad, I'll have to find work again tomorrow. So what if I have to start over?"