After the condolence performance, Ding Li and a group of celebrities also visited the Military Museum, just like the Earth Military Museum in the previous life, all that caught their eyes were some weapons that had been retired for a long time.

Among these weapons, there are cold weapons and hot weapons, in addition, there are many photos that reflect people and objects at that time.

Among them, there is a picture that attracts Ding Li's attention the most.

It's a vintage biplane flying through the sky!

The plane was surrounded by several enemy planes that were shooting wildly at it.

As you can see from the diagram, the enemy aircraft is much higher than the old biplane, both in terms of numbers and performance!

Quantity!

Performance!

Range!

The gap in all aspects is enough to guess the final outcome of the air battle!

Silent for a long time.

Ding Li stood alone in front of this picture and was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he sighed slowly.

The reason why I sigh is that I am lamenting the pilot's death, and I am also lamenting the heroes and heroes who sacrificed their lives to fight against the enemy for the sake of the country in that era!

Some of them didn't even have their names.

It is because of their courageous resistance that we have the beautiful life we have today.

Don't forget to dig wells.

Today, we should cherish the memory of the past.

What aroused Ding Li's emotion, in addition to the picture, there was also a letterhead.

This was left behind by the pilot of the old biplane and left to his wife and daughter.

The content of the letterhead is very simple, only a few lines, hundreds of words.

They all died, died in the blue sky, and for the sake of their motherland, the young students I taught all died in the blue sky.

As their instructor, I had to do something!

Defending my family and country, I may die, but I don't regret it.

Ame, my dear wife, the house will be handed over to you.

Little Wind, my lovely daughter, Daddy is going to fight......

It is these few words, but it shows the pride of a soldier who died generously for the country.

Ten minutes!

Ten minutes of time!

Ding Li stood here alone for a full ten minutes!

……

At night.

Home.

Ding Li, who drank a little wine, didn't feel sleepy at all.

He flipped through the black bag again to see if there was anything inside.

Pity!

The computer bag was empty, and nothing had been turned out.

Ding Li, who was distraught, suddenly sulked, and without thinking about it, he threw the computer bag in his hand out.

I heard a "bang", and then looked at the glass cabinet in front of Ding Li, and it was suddenly torn apart, and it was shattered.

Ignoring the glass shards all over the floor, Ding Li walked directly to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and put a pool full of cold water, and then stuck his head in.

The kind of coldness caused by the cold water stimulating his skin seemed to make Ding Li's mood a little better and also made his mind a little clearer.

Suddenly, Ding Li's mind once again flooded with the old biplane plane that faced countless enemy planes alone, but was not afraid, and the letterhead left by the pilot of the old biplane to his wife and daughter!

He felt he had to do something.

He felt that he should do something for the pilot who had generously fought and had flown the plane in response to the battle, knowing that he was going to die.

Ding Li was confused.

He didn't know what to do, so he was lost.

A second.

Ten seconds.

One minute.

Ten minutes.

I don't know how long it took, Ding Li, who was confused and contemplative, finally woke up and knew what he should do.

He's a filmmaker.

He is a film director.

And what better way to do that than through a movie?

No!

Presenting the story of the pilot of the biplane old plane to countless audiences in the style of a movie is the only thing Ding Li can do, and it is also the best way he can think of at present.

Ding Li, who had a decision in his heart, walked to his desk, took out a pen and paper, and slowly created according to the idea he had in mind.

Time passed quietly, and by the time Ding Li woke up, it was already more than five o'clock in the morning the next day.

He stretched, then looked at his manuscript again, frowned, crumpled it with his hands, and threw it in the trash.

Dissatisfied!

Ding Li was not satisfied with the script he created, so he treated it as garbage and threw it away. After that, he went to the bathroom to wash his face, sat down at his desk again, picked up the pen again, and wrote the script again.

Time was still passing minute by minute, Ding Li finished writing the script, glanced at the time, and found that it was sixteen o'clock in the afternoon.

In other words, he didn't sleep all night.

It's nothing if you haven't slept all night, what's more terrifying than not sleeping all night is that Ding Li is still dissatisfied with the script he created.

It's not that he's not satisfied, but he finds that the script he created is always missing something.

But he couldn't say what was missing, so he could only sulk alone.

Three days.

Ding Li locked himself in the house alone for three whole days before he thought of the key!

I am not satisfied with the script, not because of my poor creative ability and inability to write a beautiful plot.

It's because I haven't experienced that era of iron and blood, and the scripts I created lack the unique taste of iron and blood, which makes my scripts look dry, and even from the perspective of outsiders, there is still a bit of a drama of the Anti-Japanese War.

Thinking of Ding Li, the key to it, he immediately took the script he wrote to collect style.

His style here is to go to the veterans who have experienced the war.

Talk about.

Let's talk.

Let's talk about it.

Nag.

Tell me about it.

Listen to their battle stories of that year, feel the unique era from these stories, and feel the feelings of the veterans who bravely sacrificed themselves for their motherland.

After this incident, Ding Li's script was finally perfected.

After that, the thing faced was much simpler, and that was to pass the trial.

Of course, there is also a more troublesome thing in the middle, which is to think of a name and think of a suitable name for this movie.

The assistant mentioned several high-end and high-grade names, such as "Air Combat Heroes", "Pilots", "Ace Fighters" and so on.

Ding Li felt that these names were a bit too dramatic, so he didn't agree.

Then the assistant thought of several names, such as "I Die for the Motherland", "Serving the Country", "Fighting", "Bloody Battle in the Sky" and so on.

Ding Li still shook his head at these names.

Suddenly, the assistant's eyes lit up suddenly, and he suggested to Ding Li: "Director Ding, this old biplane is the P29 Bird fighter produced by the United States, why don't we call the name of the movie P29 according to its number, what do you think?"

Don't say it, this name is really good, it's much stronger than the above "Air Combat Heroes", "Pilots", "Ace Generals", and "I Die for the Motherland"!

That's it!