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

On the film set.

The heat wave, mixed with the smell of dust, went straight into people's noses.

The demolition team members, wearing safety helmets, were crouching down, conducting a final check among the ruins.

"Demolition point number two is safe!"

"The detonator at blast point number four is functioning normally!"

Because explosives were planted overnight, this morning, for safety reasons...

The demolition team straightened out the fuses one by one and checked the explosive points repeatedly.

The set design team also really went all out this time.

The entire filming location was transformed into a living hell; the collapsed brick walls were blackened by smoke, and the ground was covered with craters of varying depths.

Just standing on the perimeter, one can feel the intense oppressive atmosphere of war.

A crackling sound came from the walkie-talkie.

"Director Kong, the demolition team is in position and ready to detonate at any time."

"Okay." Kong Sheng took a deep breath and picked up the megaphone.

"Attention all departments! This is the last one."

"Action!"

With a crisp "snap" of the clapperboard, the air on the entire set suddenly tensed up.

The camera pans.

Xiao Zhan, who plays De Xian, has his face covered in blood and is firmly standing on the rickety roof tiles.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was pressing a heavy anti-tank gun firmly against his chest.

The rough cannon barrel pressed a deep bloody gash into his chest, but he did not flinch.

Facing the enemy tanks below, he pulled the trigger with a death-defying resolve.

He then fired a barrage of shots at the bottom.

boom!

The first directional explosive was precisely detonated.

The prop tank not far away was immediately engulfed in flames, and a deafening explosion, accompanied by billowing black smoke, shot straight into the sky.

Subsequently, the explosives planted in the other houses also detonated.

The firelight illuminated half the sky, turning the entire film set into a hellish, real battlefield.

The smell of earth mixed with the odor of burning flesh assaulted everyone's nostrils.

Kong Sheng stared intently at the screen, his hands ceasing the movement of the prayer beads.

"Switch to camera number two, give Okawara a close-up!"

The camera zooms in rapidly.

On the screen, Yi Zheng's face was covered in mud and scabs, and he was clutching the iron box tightly in his hands as he limped away from the village.

At this moment, although Okawara's eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, and he looked like he had lost his soul in fright.

His lips trembled, and his throat emitted hoarse, bellows-like breaths.

His fingers gripped the edge of the metal box tightly.

As if possessed, he kept muttering to himself.

"Tian Di... Xuanhuang!"

"Fifth Uncle... Primordial Era!"

"When crossing the river."

"I……"

"Always on, confirming the direction."

As soon as these lines were spoken, Kong Sheng, who was behind the monitor, felt a chill run down his spine.

Izheng's tone was extremely strange, with a heavy Japanese accent mixed with despair, madness, and even a strange neuroticism.

After so many days of filming, Yi Zheng's acting skills have visibly improved dramatically.

These few sentences of Zuowei Mandarin were spoken so convincingly that they were almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Kong Sheng took a deep breath and nodded repeatedly.

"Wow! That's it! This flavor is even richer than my old Beijing-style soy milk!"

"To play a Japanese soldier, it has to be Yi Zheng!"

He secretly rejoiced that he had only spent two million to sign the kid, which was an incredible bargain.

Once the movie is released, this single scene alone will be enough to go viral on short video platforms.

The assistant director standing to the side was completely dumbfounded.

He had prepared a whole host of flattering words, intending to respond as soon as Kong Sheng opened his mouth.

But now, all those words are stuck in my throat.

He stared intently at the monitor, his chubby face jiggling.

As a seasoned veteran who has been in the industry for over a decade, flattery is just a side job for him.

To have risen to the position of assistant director, he must actually understand theater.

In the footage, Yi Zheng doesn't look like he's reciting lines at all.

This is practically a soul-reinventing process!

This scene marks the film's grand finale, where Ōkawara suffers a complete defeat.

The director was extremely demanding when revising the script.

The actor must portray the panic and desperation of a defeated general, while also conveying the mental breakdown that follows the collapse of his beliefs.

Panic, despair, madness.

These three distinct emotions must be woven together and crammed into a single shot in this moment.

Let alone Yi Zheng being a newcomer, this would be a hellish challenge for any veteran actor.

But what about Yi Zheng?

He acted so effortlessly!

Without any deliberate shouting, he brought to life a desperate Japanese soldier through his unfocused eyes and uncoordinated trembling.

The assistant director swallowed hard, inwardly horrified.

Just what kind of monster is this kid?

How come I've never heard of this person in the industry before?

Based on this one scene alone, he definitely deserves a nomination for Best Supporting Actor next year!

Meanwhile, in the camera's view, Yi Zheng's performance continues.

He grabbed the box and jumped straight up from the corner.

He tripped and stumbled as he ran forward.

But when he ran, everyone behind the monitor paused for a moment.

You're walking with the same steps!

Yi Zheng actually made a mistake in walking in this shot!

The assistant director unconsciously turned his head to glance at Kong Sheng.

Kong Sheng showed no sign of calling a halt.

On the contrary, their eyes were already shining with excitement.

He leaned forward, his hands gripping the monitor.

"Great job! You acted well!"

"That's the taste!"

In the footage, Yi Zheng is seen limping along, muttering to himself as he runs through the rubble at an extremely eerie rhythm.

"Tian Di... Xuanhuang!"

"Fifth Uncle... Primordial Era!"

"When crossing the river."

"I……"

"Always on, confirming the direction."

"It's always been..."

"Confirm the direction."

This uncoordinated gait, swaying left and right, resembled a duck with a broken leg.

Every step I took carried a sense of stumbling, as if I might fall at any moment.

The action is extremely comical, yet it realistically portrays the physiological reaction of a person whose nerves completely break down under extreme fear.

This kind of absurdity was exactly the effect the directing team wanted when the script was first created, but thought it was impossible to achieve.

At the beginning of the movie, Taikawara is incredibly arrogant and domineering.

In the end, he should look like a lost dog, pathetic and laughable.

Don't be fooled by how vividly Yi Zheng is acting right now.

When the storyboard artist was drawing this scene, he almost pulled his hair out!

Because simply being disheveled makes a character seem utterly uninteresting.

Forcing humor would ruin the overall tragic tone of the film.

Finally, as a storyboard artist.

Helplessly, they could only write a line on the script: the actors are to improvise the specific actions.

The screenwriting and directing teams, after seeing this blank storyboard page...

Instead of getting angry and blaming him, he completely compromised.

After all, no one in the crew could figure out how to act out this scene.

So the day before filming began, the production team secretly decided that as long as Yi Zheng could act scared and run away the next day, he would pass the test.

But who would have thought that Yi Zheng would give them a perfect answer in this way!

Facing the monitor, Yi Zheng limped along, looking as if he had lost his mind.

Behind the monitor, there was a deathly silence.

No one spoke!

No one even dared to breathe!

Kong Sheng, the assistant director, the script supervisor—everyone was nodding subconsciously, like they were pounding garlic.

God's.

This is truly amazing!

And so, art is complete!

At this moment, a familiar figure stood on the outskirts of the crowd: Team Leader Qin.

He was originally the one with the biggest objection to Yi Zheng's walking with the same foot forward as his opponent.

But at this moment, even someone who knew nothing about opera was completely dumbfounded.

Although he doesn't understand movies, he can still tell the difference between good and bad.

Team Leader Qin kept shaking his head, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"This is bizarre, absolutely bizarre... This is the first time I've ever seen someone dare to do something like this on screen!"

"The key point is that this seemingly random turn completely baffled both experts and laymen!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

Qin's self-reflection hadn't even faded yet.

next second!

An unexpected incident occurred on set!

"boom--"

A deafening thud was followed by a sickening cracking sound of bricks breaking.

To Yi Zheng's right, the dilapidated two-story building suddenly began to shake violently without warning.

The explosion point was originally designed to collapse vertically on the spot, but for some reason, it slammed straight down in the direction where Yi Zheng was!

This happened so fast that no one had time to react.

Behind the monitor, Kong Sheng sprang up from the folding chair as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes bulging.

"Holy shit!"

"It's over!"