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

On the battlefield.

puff puff!

Two gunshots rang out first.

Wu Jing was directing the charge when, just as he rolled over the cover, the enemy suddenly appeared.

The two blood packs in his chest exploded!

Wu Jing was taken aback.

He subconsciously looked down at his chest.

Two shots, both near the heart.

My grass?

Great!

They said I'd die last, so how did I get shot?

My first thought was, "Which clueless extra clicked on me?"

I was thinking about it, and before I could even make a shot-hitting motion, I was still thinking about it.

puff!

Another shot.

Right on the forehead.

The blood pack hidden inside the military cap also exploded.

Red blood plasma streamed down his forehead, smearing half of his face.

what?

Wu Jing reacted quickly, and with a thud, he spun around and flew backward.

The camera crew also knows how to get work.

Since the camera was already zoomed in, they gave Wu Jing a 360-degree death close-up.

The camera then panned back to the other side.

After firing three shots, Yi Zheng pulled back the bolt and hid behind his cover.

There's no way around it; from 100 meters away, who the hell would know which one is Wu Jing?

Yi Zheng was unaware that he had instantly killed Wu Jing; it was merely the optimal offensive plan calculated by the tactics panel.

The system has really figured out the strategy of "capture the king first" when it comes to catching thieves.

Yi Zheng was still secretly marveling at this.

Wow, this auto-aim is amazing!

It's practically a 50/50 chance!

What he didn't know was that the live stream chat exploded!

"Hey buddy, two shots to the chest and one to the head, and you're saying you've never killed anyone?"

"You were instantly killed the moment you peeked out? You're kidding me!"

"At 100 meters, I can't even see a person's head clearly, and you're feeding him peanuts?"

"Wasn't this supposed to be a cameo appearance? How did it turn into a friendly suicide mission?"

"Yi Zheng: Hello, goodbye."

Peng Yuchang and Aruna were also dumbfounded.

The two were rushing forward when they turned around.

Holy crap?

Wu Jing is dead??

The two exchanged a glance.

Wait, didn't the director inform the Japanese side?

He was supposed to be shot and killed last.

You blew away all the big-name stars who were brought in for free the moment you arrived?

You absolutely cannot hit Wu Jing!

But the director didn't yell "cut".

Not surprising at all. If we film this again, we won't be able to shoot anything else today; we'll just have to touch up our makeup.

With Wu Jing gone, the entire Eighth Route Army was instantly leaderless.

The Eighth Route Army, which should have sounded the horn of counterattack, immediately fell into disarray.

Peng Yuchang gritted his teeth and continued acting.

"Brothers, don't panic, give it your all!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

puff!

The blood pack on the chest of an extra next to him exploded.

Another one followed.

puff!puff!

The Japanese firepower suddenly became both accurate and ruthless.

And most importantly, it wasn't just random shooting.

There is a method to it.

Two shots on the left flank suppress the flank firepower.

Three shots were fired from the middle, forcing the Eighth Route Army soldiers behind cover to keep their heads out.

A shot from the right wing precisely took down an extra who had just tried to peek out.

Crossfire, advancing layer by layer.

Every shot has a clear target, and every round of suppression has a clear rhythm.

This is something no extra could possibly produce.

This is a proper tactical coordination.

Behind the monitor, Kong Sheng was completely dumbfounded.

The key is that the Japanese side is too professional.

Various crossfire tactics, professional positioning and teamwork.

The entire directing team behind the monitor was completely dumbfounded.

Kong Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Holy crap? Are these extras all retired elite soldiers?"

This crossfire coverage, this positioning and coordination, this suppression of the rhythm.

People would believe they were a regular army.

Kong Sheng's first reaction upon regaining his senses was heartache.

I feel sorry for the machine.

I just went next door and picked up a bunch of equipment to film Wu Jing.

The person hadn't even shown their face a few times yet.

Instant kill?

You sold it to me in a second?

This favor, which was done through the machine, is now owed in vain!

Kong Sheng took a deep breath and reached for the megaphone.

Just as they were about to call a halt.

I glanced at the monitor again.

The hand stopped.

In the scene, the Japanese troops' lines began to retreat.

What's going on?

It was clearly a crushing defeat; the Japanese had superior firepower, and the Eighth Route Army was on the verge of collapse.

How did they suddenly start to suffer defeat after defeat?

Kong Sheng quickly pressed the remote control to switch the camera to Yi Zheng's position.

as predicted.

It's that guy again.

Yi Zheng was standing in the middle of the Japanese camp, slightly behind, making various hand gestures and shouting something.

Kong Sheng was taken aback.

That's Japanese.

It's not the kind of "baka" or "sila sila" that extras often shout on film sets.

It's a proper Japanese command.

Short, powerful, and rhythmic.

It's like issuing tactical orders.

The key question is, how did those extras around him understand what he was saying?

But there was no time to think about those things.

The camera then cuts to the drone's position in the air.

Wow, that's amazing!

Kong Sheng stared at the footage transmitted back by the drone, his entire body frozen in his chair.

Cow.

It's so bullshit.

This Yi Zheng is practically playing the entire battlefield like a chessboard.

First, take out the enemy commander to leave the enemy leaderless.

Then take advantage of the chaos to launch a counterattack and establish an advantage.

They then retreated in an orderly manner, setting up firing positions as they went.

The entire rhythm, from offense to defense, from suppression to retreat, was smooth and seamless.

This is not acting.

This is commanding operations.

Kong Sheng swallowed.

Is this really not a war criminal reincarnated?

The level of battlefield command here is incredibly realistic.

He has been a director for nearly thirty years, and has filmed no fewer than dozens of war dramas, both large and small.

Never before, never before have such exhilarating battlefield scenes been filmed.

This wasn't pieced together through post-production editing.

It wasn't tricked by camera angle.

It was actually filmed in one continuous shot.

Kong Sheng leaned back in his chair.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Worth it.

It was signed for 100 million.

It was totally worth it.

Even if Wu Jing were to personally direct and guide the extras through a week of rehearsals, he might not be able to achieve this effect.

But what about Yi Zheng?

He managed to bring together a group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled extras into this state.

Kong Sheng took a deep breath.

He raised the megaphone in his hand.

"Okay! Cut!"

With that "Cut".

All the gunfire and explosions in the stadium stopped.

There was silence for about two seconds.

Everyone instinctively looked towards the director's position.

Is it stuck again?

The extras on the Eighth Route Army's side all hung their heads, thinking that it was over and this take would probably have to be done again.

The explosives need to be reburied, the blood packs need to be re-secured, and the makeup needs to be redone.

toss.

however.

Kong Sheng stood up from his chair.

She was laughing so hard that the wrinkles around her eyes were all squeezed together.

He raised the megaphone.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

The sound echoed throughout the entire set.

"This one—"

"Pass!"