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

After shouting this, Kong Sheng was also stunned for a moment.

Are they ready to die for their cause?

He just blurted out that word.

But upon closer examination, the word is indeed used quite aptly.

Look at the Japanese soldiers over there, one by one.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their teeth were clenched, and some even had bayonets fixed.

That kind of energy wasn't acted out.

It comes from the very core of my being!

Kong Sheng has been acting for so many years, what kind of actors haven't he seen?

He can spot those performances that are overtly staged at a glance.

But the Japanese extras on the monitor just now, he couldn't find a single trace of acting in them.

It felt like being on a real battlefield.

They're really working their hardest.

This is no longer just getting into character.

This is absolutely soul-stirring!

A group of extras earning 120 yuan a day can produce this kind of effect?

Kong Sheng felt increasingly uneasy.

He turned around abruptly and shouted behind him.

"Old Qin!"

"You fucking come here right now!"

Team leader Qin was squatting on the sidelines, slurping noodles.

Upon hearing this shout, noodles sprayed directly out of his nostrils.

"Cough cough cough!"

"What's wrong, Director Kong?"

Kong Sheng did not speak.

He pointed to the monitor.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers were played by extras, each with a ferocious expression.

Some were baring their teeth, some had bulging veins, and some had eyes as wide as copper bells.

That kind of presence, let alone extras, even professional actors might not be able to pull it off.

"Old Qin, tell me the truth."

"Are you trying to skim money off me again?"

Team Leader Qin's face turned pale.

"Look at these people," Kong Sheng said, pointing to the screen.

"They all look like they've just lost their mothers, where does this ferocity come from?"

"Did you spend a fortune hiring professional actors to be extras for me?"

"Hmm? Say something!"

Upon hearing this, Captain Qin's legs went weak.

"No, I'm innocent, Director Kong!"

He almost knelt down before Kong Sheng.

"You know perfectly well what kind of trash the Japanese extras are these days!"

"Even if you gave me the budget, I couldn't find such a large group of minor celebrities to be extras!"

"In Hengdian, there are only so many people willing to play Japanese soldiers. Where am I supposed to find someone to make money for you?"

Team Leader Qin was telling the truth.

But that's not entirely the truth.

He felt panicked.

He really made a lot of money off the profits.

He certainly pocketed a lot of the money he received from extras, kickbacks on meals, cigarettes, and alcohol.

But what about hiring professional actors to impersonate extras?

He truly doesn't have the guts or the connections.

The problem is, he can't explain it either.

He was completely bewildered by the performance of those people in the replay.

Team Leader Qin was sweating profusely, his eyes darting around as he kept giving Wu Jing a meaningful look.

The meaning was clear: Brother, please say a word for me.

Wu Jing was so angry with Lao Qin that he laughed.

"Director Kong, I don't think it's that bad."

Wu Jing shrugged.

"If Lao Qin were to find minor celebrities to play extras, let's not even talk about how much it would cost to hire so many people."

"Second- or third-tier celebrities act more arrogant than big stars. Ask them to come to Hengdian as extras? They'd have to be willing to come."

Kong Sheng frowned.

Yes.

That makes sense.

These days, minor celebrities practically bring eight assistants with them when they go out.

If you make him wear a Japanese military uniform and squat behind a sandbag to get beaten, wouldn't he post on his WeChat Moments for three days straight to criticize his manager?

Moreover, the numbers don't match up.

Fifteen or sixteen little stars.

Even if Captain Qin has extraordinary abilities, he couldn't possibly conjure something out of the sky overnight.

Kong Sheng remained silent.

Qin took the opportunity to shrink back two steps.

"Then explain it to me."

Kong Sheng was still not giving up and pointed at the monitor.

"How did these guys get into that state just now?"

Team Leader Qin was speechless.

Holy crap? If I had known, would I still be the group leader?

I might as well become an acting teacher!

Kong Sheng could tell that Lao Qin was not convinced, so he glared at him.

He was about to lose his temper.

A coughing sound came from not far away.

Kong Sheng subconsciously looked up.

Good guy.

The group of Japanese extras who were just moments ago looking fierce and menacing on the monitor now look like wilted eggplants.

Those who were craving cigarettes squatted on the ground and coughed incessantly.

When someone is addicted to alcohol, their hands shake like someone with Parkinson's disease.

He brought the water cup to his lips, spilling water all over the floor, but not a single drop got on his lips.

There are also a few older people.

One was pounding his lower back, another was rubbing his legs, and yet another was sitting on the ground, pounding his knees.

They all looked sickly; they were just short of needing an ambulance.

Seeing this scene, Kong Sheng's mind became even more confused.

That's it?

Those guys from just now?

Just a minute ago, they were all menacing, like ruthless characters who had escaped from the Jing'an Division.

What now?

They all look like they've escaped from a nursing home.

The contrast is too great.

Kong Sheng's anger subsided instantly.

Judging from the way these people are acting, Lao Qin definitely skimmed some money off them.

However, after skimming off the profits, the remaining money is only enough to find someone old, weak, sick, or disabled.

He said he found a second or third-tier celebrity?

Kong Sheng himself didn't believe it at this point.

Wu Jing also noticed the current state of these people.

His lips twitched twice.

He has been filming military movies for many years, so he has seen all kinds of extras.

But this is the first time I've seen a device that's completely different before and after being turned on.

Are these people professional actors?

What a joke.

Even if professional actors are very relaxed off-screen, they still maintain basic manners.

But look at these people.

There was a fat guy who, when he was filming just now, charged forward like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.

Now, he's leaning against the sandbag, panting heavily, the fat on his neck jiggling, his face as red as a monkey's bottom.

There was also a tall, thin guy who had a very professional gun-holding posture just now.

Now, he throws the prop gun on the ground, takes out his phone, and starts scrolling through short videos.

The sound coming from the speaker is still that silly, funny background music.

The viewers in the live stream were all eager for a good show and didn't mind the drama.

The barrage of comments was so fast it was dazzling.

"Holy crap, what just happened? Am I seeing things?"

"These extras, are they doing Sichuan opera face-changing? The face-changing is so fast!"

"One second ago: For the Emperor, I'll fight to the death! One second later: Ouch, my back hurts, my craving for cigarettes is kicking in."

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! Director Kong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot just now."

"Did you notice Professor Wu Jing's expression when he left? It was full of existential doubt."

"Something's not right, this is definitely not right!"

"Family members, look at Yi Zheng! What's he doing over there? Is there an invisible screen in the air?"

"Holy crap, is this some kind of magic spell drawing in the air?!"

"I'm starting to believe the rumors from yesterday; this Yi Zheng definitely knows evil magic!"

"This is terrifying to think about!"

Li Sisi's mind was buzzing as she watched the barrage of comments filling the screen.

She raised the selfie stick slightly, subtly pointing the camera at Yi Zheng in the distance.

"Family members, to be honest, I have goosebumps right now."

You might not have noticed.

"But I was close by, so I could see it clearly."

"At the very beginning of that scene, the state of those Japanese extras suddenly changed the moment Yi Zheng charged forward."

"It's like..."

Li Sisi swallowed, her voice trembling slightly.

"It's like he has some kind of switch that ignites everyone's fighting spirit at once."

The comments on the screen were scrolling even faster.

It's all about exclaiming "Holy crap!" and "Is it true or not?"

Just then, Wu Jing shook his head.

He had a feeling about it, but he wasn't quite sure.

He glanced at Kong Sheng.

The latter was staring blankly at the group of extras.

"Director Kong," Wu Jing said.

"Um?"

Have you ever considered one possibility?

Kong Sheng turned to look at him.

Wu Jing was about to say something, but then stopped.

He waved his hand.

"Forget it, that's too far-fetched. I don't even believe it myself."

Kong Sheng became anxious.

"Tell me, what's possible?"

Wu Jing smiled.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm overthinking it."

hiss……

Kong Sheng seemed to have been enlightened by Wu Jing.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Yi Zheng.

Could it be that this guy is behind this?