The day's filming went on slowly, everyone has been running in from the beginning to the beginning to the time to the current gradually familiar, which has also experienced all kinds of hardships, but these hardships are worth it, whether it is the improvement of acting skills or what, it makes people have endless memories.

Soon, the progress of the shooting was also to the liking, and now, everyone is a little tired, and it is easy to carry the shooting all day long, Qin Xuan saw everyone's tired faces, and he also knew that it was time to rest for a day or two, so he decided that everyone would get together, and under this sky where the sky was the quilt, everyone played with the bonfire.

Looking at everyone's laughing smiles, Qin Xuan knew that everyone was really excited to play, and Huang Bai began to find him, because according to the progress of the script, he would soon be sacrificed.

Qin Xuan almost knew the reason why Huang Bai was looking for him, so the two of them found a remote place and sat down.

"Now that the filming is progressing, I know it's almost time for me to leave, so before I go, I want to say that I also received an invitation from a crew, and I was quite interested in their script, so I wanted to go over and see it. ”

"Oh, you got the script?" Qin Xuan asked in surprise.

Huang Bai nodded, "Although the other party is not a famous director, the script and you attract me, and I think the director is also a pragmatic person, I am willing to try." ”

Of course, Qin Xuan agreed with Huang Bai's play, so he didn't object, "That's okay, after your scene is finished, I won't stop you, I just hope that what you take over is really a good script, otherwise it will be easy to lose the signboard." ”

Hearing Qin Xuan's words, Huang Bai said with a smile: "Although I don't have the same vision as you, I trust my intuition, and I feel that this script is okay." ”

"Then come on," Qin Xuan encouraged.

Since I finished chatting with Huang Bai, it was time to continue shooting.

The rallying call continued until the music began. The wind and snow were shaking, and the troops marched in mighty. From time to time, teams split off and went to different directions. Gu Zidi led the people from the main road to the small road, through the lowlands. Their equipment was greatly improved, and each person carried a heavy load, pressing down on their backs like a hill. They even used ropes to hang shells directly on their luggage. The body of the scorched greenhouse was covered with Molotov cocktails, and it made a tinkling sound when it walked. There were a few more wagons in their ranks, loaded with explosives and weights, and the captured cannon was dragged forward, with a wheel that was a little large and not round enough, and the barrel of the cannon was bumpy.

The riverbed is steep, the water is murmuring, and the masonry bridges are rudimentary. The vanguard dug fortifications near the bridgehead on the north bank, and the dark dirt was very conspicuous in the snow. The soldiers of the 9th Company crossed the stone bridge in a column, and immediately turned to the right after crossing the bridge, marching along the south bank. Bonfires were lit on the embankment, and some stopped for a short rest, while others continued on their way. The snow-capped slopes were dotted with trees, and the warriors were flying with their shovels and pickaxes, and the temporary trenches were beginning to take shape. Beneath the snow is hardened gangue and black trenches crisscross the snow, winding up and down the undulating terrain. The music continues to fade away. At the confluence of several trenches was a spacious command fortification, like a round vegetable cellar without a roof. One of the trenches looked down like half a makeshift shack. The fighters went in and out of the kiln, carrying shells and bullet boxes in. Lü Kuangou, Jiang Maocai and others tied shovel handles and explosives bags in the fortifications to make earth-fire guns. Jiao Da Shed bent over and came out of the mouth of the kiln, his face covered with soot, and shouted to the people who walked by.

Jiao greenhouse: Put it inside, don't try to save trouble and put it at the mouth of the kiln, and it will be destroyed if you drop a shell!

He carefully inspected the earth fire gun and snatched the rope from Lu Kuangou.

Jiao Da Qing: Don't tie it upright! You have to wrap it diagonally twice, go around and wrap it around and wrap it twice?? See!

Lu Kuangou: Platoon Commander Jiao, when you were fighting Wucheng, you also asked me to tie it diagonally, and a little fire and explosives couldn't contain it and flew forward, and flew diagonally to the head of the fifth company!

Jiao Dacang was stunned for a moment: Is there such a thing? Why haven't I heard of it?

Lu Kuangou winked his eyebrows at Jiang Maocai, who couldn't help but sneer.

Jiao Da Shed: Dog's Day?? with me!

Jiao Dacang gave Lu Kuangou a slap and laughed himself. He saw the grain coming in the snow above the trench, and hurried to meet it

Go. Gu Zidi was followed by a man who was puffing up.

Gu Zidi slapped his face: Stop! Stop? Get closer!

The warriors put down their tools and looked up at him.

Gu Zidi: Let me introduce you, this is the new acting instructor of our company, Comrade Wang Jincun! Welcome!

Everyone looked at each other and applauded.

Gu Zidi: Your fingers are frozen, aren't they? I'll chisel you with a shovel!

The applause was overwhelming. Wang Jincun saluted shyly. The ears of his cotton hat were tied to his chin, and his eyes were covered with hoarfrost, and his nose was so cold that he looked wooden and embarrassed.

Gu Zidi: Instructor Wang is literate and hyphenated, which one has something to leave at home, look for him!

Applause rang out again. Gu Zidi led Wang Jincun into the trench and introduced his subordinates one by one, but he didn't laugh much, but he attracted bursts of laughter. Wang Jincun returned the salute and shook hands one by one.

Gu Zidi: This is a Jiao greenhouse, a long row, beating Luoyang to celebrate the success of eating pancakes, almost dying?? This is Gong Liangguo, an ammunition man??

Gong Liangguo said enthusiastically: You just call me Heizi.

The instructor shook hands with Gong Liangguo.

Gong Liangguo took the instructor's hand and didn't let go, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and said: I wrote a letter to my mother, and ten out of twenty words can't be written, can you add it for me? ?

Gu Zidi pulled Gong Liangguo aside, and then introduced: This is Jiang Maocai, his marksmanship is not bad, and his small appearance is not bad.

Before the laughter fell, a shrill whistling sound suddenly sounded in the air. Before the crowd could react, the shells landed in the trenches. A warrior's body flew up, and blood splashed Wang Jincun's face, causing him to groan in fright. Shells exploded one after another inside and outside the trenches.

The fighters dodged indiscriminately, rushed into each other, and the position was in chaos.

Gu Zidi: Lie down! Don't panic! Don't run around!

Gu Zidi calmly crouched at the bottom of the trench, frowning and observing the situation around him. Wang Jincun desperately stuffed his body into the anti-artillery hole, curled up like a hedgehog, and each explosion caused his limbs to spasm violently, like a dying drowning man. Luo Guangtian squatted next to him and looked at him coldly. Jiao Dacang crossed the bottom of the ditch with his waist, stepped over from Wang Jincun's feet, and came to Gu Zidi's side, his eyes a little flustered.

Jiao Da Shed: Lao Gu, doesn't sound right?? It's hail!

Gu Zidi: Leave a few observation posts and blast the rest into the kiln for me!

The shells exploded nearby, and the black dirt that poured down on them almost buried the two men. The warriors flocked in panic to the trench leading to the mouth of the kiln. Once again, the shells landed accurately on the edge of the ditch, and the broken limbs flew into the air. Messy footsteps stepped over the collapsed coal gangue, and a buried corpse stretched out of the black soil with two bare feet, drenched in blood. Wang Jincun tripped over his feet, his body was paralyzed and he couldn't walk, and he was grabbed by the shoulders of Jiao Dacang and dragged to the mouth of the kiln.