A snowflake, swaying like a dancing girl, slowly floated down, left and right, and finally landed on the tip of Xiang Yang's nose.

Xiang Yang couldn't help twitching his nose, the tip of his nose was red from the cold, maybe the red color represented the heat, so the snowflakes melted, and some of the moisture disappeared quickly, and there was nothing left, as if there had never been such a piece in the world.

The snow was not heavy, it was falling one by one.

Xiang Yang didn't want to pay special attention to this snowflake, but he had to do it.

Because it's a real snowflake, hexagonal, crystalline.

A few seconds ago, a similar snowflake fell on his eyelids, a subtle chill that opened his eyes.

Xiang Yang clearly remembers that he was sleeping before, sleeping on the set.

It is a Hengdian in winter.

Xiang Yang dares to tell anyone responsibly, but any film and television drama filmed in Hengdian, as long as there is snow in it, it is fake.

This matter is so absolute, but it is indeed true, any film and television worker in Hengdian who has been mixed for a long time, down to the god of Hengdian, to the director and investor, everyone knows it.

It's not that it snows all the time, but it's rare.

Many people may not even think that the 'snow' that can appear at any time is actually more cost-effective.

Whether it is foamed polyethylene or urea crystals, it is not as beautiful as this real snowflake in front of you, so it can't help but attract the attention of the sun.

Could it be that this is not Hengdian?

As soon as this thought came to him, two more 'evidences' were placed in front of him.

There was a gun next to him, which seemed to be his own.

There are also the clothes he wears, the gray winter military uniform of the Eighth Route Army, that is, the padded jacket.

Given that the devils who die in Hengdian every year can circle the earth three and a half times in a row, the great god of Hengdian is very familiar with these two things.

The appearance of the gun is made in Hanyang, and it is quietly held in the hand and weighed, and it is very heavy.

You get what you pay for, and the bad scenes are all light and fluttering, and a senior Hengdian god can even judge whether the crew's budget is sufficient by the feeling in his hands.

Look at this military uniform again, the placket and cuffs are very worn, and the leggings and big cotton shoes are very similar to that.

The point is, the taste!

I don't know how many people wear the costumes on the costumes, there are many anti-Japanese dramas, whether it is the clothes of the Japanese army, the Eighth Road, or the national army, they are all used repeatedly. It's a little better in winter, and in summer, it's more energetic than wearing socks that haven't been washed for a month.

My nose twitched, there was no smell, but this was obviously an old dress, what did it mean?

It's like a guy with bad breath who doesn't know what his mouth tastes like, and thinks he's spitting fragrant when he speaks.

I'm used to it.

Xiang Yang couldn't help but look around again.

There are many eight roads similar to myself around me, here, it is very much like a simple fortification, and look a little farther away, this landform, this soil.

After all, Hengdian is in the south, and although it tries its best to imitate it, many geological features in the north still can't be imitated.

If this is not Hengdian, then ...

Although the weather was cold, there were a lot of beads of sweat on Xiang Yang's head, and one of them rolled down and went down his face to his chin, hanging.

He slowly pulled open the bolt of the Hanyang-made gun with his hand, and when the yellow bullet casing was exposed, beads of sweat also fell.

Xiang Yang slowly pushed the bolt back.

It's almost a real hammer.

A trickster, as for such a 'sophisticated' prop?

Am I crossing over?

Crossing into a soldier of the Eighth Route Army?

How is this possible?

Xiang Yang remembers that before going to bed, he was just thinking about two things, 'renting chicken green one' and pork rising.

Thinking about the relationship between these two things is full of philosophical and human considerations.

But, it really has nothing to do with crossing.

Xiang Yang's thinking was a little confused, but he decided that no matter who encountered such a situation, he probably wouldn't be calmer than him, at least he was still mixed in the team and didn't say anything.

In the online article, crossing rebirth is like a commonplace, but if it really falls on yourself, who is not hairy?

At this moment, Xiang Yang's shoulder was patted.

"Hey, why are you asleep?"

“......”

This person had a square face, Xiang Yang didn't know him, and he didn't dare to speak for a while. He knew that his eyes were like a panicked rabbit at this time.

"It's winter, why are you sweating so much?"

"The ......"

"For the first time?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Xiang Yang was afraid of revealing his identity, so he spoke cautiously.

After a simple reply, he quickly changed himself from lying down to lying on his stomach, at least this posture was more like a soldier, Xiang Yang was cautious.

The 'comrade-in-arms' then said: "Your kid is new, but you have to be smart, after a while, when you hear the order, you rush hard, you know?"

Rush?

"Yes. ”

Xiang Yang's answer also tried his best to look like a warrior.

Then, the other fighters around him also came over to talk.

"Squad leader, are you cold?"

"It's not cold, what's wrong?"

"Not really. ”

"You kid still brag about his frost resistance, ha......"

Xiang Yang listened quietly, didn't dare to speak, the chaotic accent responded to that sentence, everyone is from all over the world.

And the key is the 'squad leader'.

I've really crossed over!

Really became a soldier of the Eighth Route Army!

So, next, it's time to play with your life.

The 'squad leader' seemed to see Xiang Yang's apprehension at this time, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Afraid?"

"Hmm," Xiang Yang nodded heavily.

Well, afraid of death.

Who the isn't afraid of death?

But the 'squad leader' was very natural in the face of this charge, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, it's not a big deal." ”

Xiang Yang listened and was quite shocked.

It turned out that our soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were really so brave that they really looked at death as home.

Xiang Yang was excited in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of a sentence.

Don't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter, and face them with a smile. The best way to overcome fear is to face it. Persistence is victory!

Xiang Yang thinks that he doesn't have the taste of a troll, but for now, it's appropriate.

crossed over, became a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, and then charged.

So, can you say no?

No way!

Our Eighth Road also talks about battlefield discipline, and if you coax it, you will really be shot.

I can only fight!

Rush down, die, die, live, live.

If you are lucky, you may be able to live forever and become a retired veteran cadre in the future.

Take 10,000 steps back, if you die, you will also die on the battlefield of doing little devils, and you are also a martyr!

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang held Han Yang's hand tighter.

"In a moment, you follow me. ”

"Yes. ”

"Well done. ”

"Yes. ”

Right now.

"Rush!"

In the distance, I don't know who shouted.

"Comrades, follow me!" the 'squad leader' roared and rushed out of position.

Xiang Yang followed, and his comrades-in-arms were also tigers one by one.

He felt that every step he took was more meaningful than his original life.

Even if there is no devil in front of him.

"Kill!"

I don't want to think so much, at the moment, he has two things.

Kill the devil!

Also, live.

But unexpectedly, an accident appeared.

When Xiang Yang and his comrades of the Eighth Route Army rushed for about 20 meters, a comrade-in-arms took out a grenade and threw it out.

The accuracy is not good, and the distance is not far.

It was falling in front of the charging team, and there were no devils anywhere.

Xiang Yang saw it clearly, and scolded fiercely in his heart.

Recruit eggs, the devil hasn't seen it yet, throw a ghost grenade!

Xiang Yang himself is also a recruit, but this does not prevent him from complaining about others.

But the strange thing is that the comrades-in-arms turned a blind eye and continued to rush forward!

These guys rushed up, didn't you notice?

At this moment, Xiang Yang had no time at all, he could only make a reaction that he could.

yelled, "Get down!"

Then he flew and threw down the closest comrade to him, who was the one who had just spoken to him.

I can only do this, save one and count one, and besides, if I shout so loudly, others will probably hear it.

But...

"Ka! Who the is that? Who told him to pounce on his own people? Stop! Stop!"

Lying on the ground, Xiang Yang, following the prestige, a camera appeared on the side of the charging team...