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"The lights are in place!"

"props in place"

"Prepare for the group performance!"

Before the filming started, the scene was really chaotic.

Wen Tao, the director of "Battle Hymn", used to study history, but later switched to directing circles. He has made some documentaries and won many awards, but this is his first time making a movie, so he is extra cautious and has a lot of worries.

He has a mustache and a beret on a hot day. He looks very young, but he shouts on the set with a loudspeaker.

"Where did the prop group go, don't put the flag so straight!"

"Turn up the blower a little more!"

"The group performers will go first, and Director Li will help guide us."

It was useless for Director Li to speak, Tang He directly ordered a few people to lie down.

A large tarpaulin was laid in the center of the field, which was covered with sand, gravel and soil, some of which were specially mixed with water to make it feel more muddy.

Everyone put on rough makeup, smeared ashes and blood on their faces, even the leftover pig's blood bag was squeezed by Tang He and sprinkled a lot on their respective armors.

The big guys are not afraid of getting dirty, so they lay down in the mud without saying a word, and one or even half of their faces were buried in the mud.

Lying corpses is not as simple as it seems, it can't be laid too neatly, so that it can't reflect the chaos of the battlefield, and it can't be too scattered, too messy, which will destroy the beauty of the lens.

So Tang He began to observe the positions of several main cameras as soon as he entered the set, and taught his brothers how to lie down when waiting for the set.

Roald leaned aside and listened carefully, wishing he had a pen and paper to write it down.

On the other hand, Xiao Hei on the side said nonchalantly, "Is it so powerful? Isn't it just casually falling down, young master, why do you remember this, anyway, you will definitely not play these unnamed passers-by A, B, and C in the future."

"I'll stress it again! I'm not the young master when I come here. Since I want to act, I can't choose a role. The group performers and the leading actors are all part of the play. There is no high or low, and I will just let me lie in the mud later. ,I also……"

"me……"

In the middle of Roald's big talk, he saw the man whose face was buried in the mud raised his head with some difficulty in breathing. He probably ate something unclean in his mouth. To the face of another brother who was lying down next to him.

He couldn't go on, he might have overestimated his sacrifice to the actor's career, looked at Tang He who held the "power of life and death", and only prayed that he wouldn't let him eat the mud later.

But what made him want to cry was that everyone had to lie down, and none of their group of 30 or [-] could stand up.

Xiao Hei next to him was so anxious that he turned into charcoal on the spot. He wanted to argue with Tang He, but was stopped by Roald.

He could only watch with distress as his pampered young master sat down in the mud with a bitter expression of generosity, and then lay down carefully.

The kind elder brother next to him couldn't help reminding, "Hey, you're coming here, it's too far over there, brother Tang will call you later."

In order to prevent messing with others, Roald deliberately found an open space to lie down.

He looked at the "precious land of geomantic omen" that his elder brother had pointed out by fluttering the mud, and shook his head firmly.

Originally, he just said this casually. Seeing that he didn't move, the eldest brother didn't bother to talk too much, and thought to himself: Let's accept the baptism of the storm later!

Who doesn't know that Brother Tang usually looks easy to talk to, but on the set, if anyone is disobedient, he will definitely be criticized.

However, Tang Ge, who was considered impartial and selfless in the hearts of everyone, laid down next to Roald without saying a word after making arrangements here, and even boasted, "The location was chosen well."

Tang He was tired for a long time, but he felt most comfortable lying in the mud.

Especially if you don't need to turn your head, you can see a beauty from the corner of your eye, so don't be too happy.

On the contrary, Roald was not so comfortable, the heavy armor on his body made him a little breathless, muddy water seeped from the helmet to his cheeks, he didn't dare to open his mouth, for fear of eating something unclean.

He put his hands on his chest, trying to minimize the contact area between himself and the mud surface.

But he heard a chuckle from beside him, and Roald reluctantly turned his head in the helmet, looking at Tang He.

"You are playing the role of a soldier who died on the battlefield, not a monk who was put into a coffin, nor was he getting ready to sleep on his big bed of [-] square meters at home." Tang He kindly reminded.

Roald murmured to himself: My bed is not one hundred square meters, maybe only ten square meters.

But he took a look and immediately saw a difference.

Also lying down, Tang He's whole body is still tense, holding the prop sword given to them in one hand, and covering his chest with the other hand, this kind of performance can make people see that he is being pierced Stabbed to death with a sword in the chest, simple, direct and extremely impactful.

"Then what should I do?" Roald humbly asked for advice.

"Don't lie down so upright, turn over a little bit, you have to think about how you died first? Imagine where your fatal injury was, whether your chest and heart were wiped off your neck, or you lost too much blood. Different injuries will have different consequences. Different ways of dying, different ways of dying will also have different forms of death, and naturally there will be different performance states."

Roald has loved acting since he was a child, and has taken many acting classes, but this is the first time he has experienced such immersive teaching.

"It's so complicated. Could it be that you should study medicine before learning acting?" Roald felt as if he understood it, but he didn't fully understand it.

"Actors are like this. They change their identities every day. They know a little about everything, but they don't understand anything. This is the best profession and the worst profession." Tang He put away his thoughts of teasing the youthful actor , there was a bit of nostalgia in the voice, "Whether it's the protagonist or the group performers, it's the same. Lying on such a set, it's like dreaming a grand dream."

Roald stared blankly at Tang He, feeling that this reliable elder brother was full of mysteries and stories, so he couldn't help becoming curious.

He originally wanted to ask a few more questions about the performance, but when he saw the lights above his head come on, another group of actors entered the stage, and the sound of playing boards came from his ears, and the scene began!

Because he was lying down, and the dead body could only remain motionless, so Roald didn't know what happened.

You can only tell where things are going by listening.

"Cut! Number one move forward!"

"Cut! The two fallen on the left are in the wrong posture, try again!"

"Ka! Where's the makeup and hair? How do you wear this headgear!"

"Cut! The one holding the flag, you have to pay attention that you have to protect the flag all the time, not use the flag as a shield!"

"Card! Card! Card!"

The director's voice was getting louder, and his temper became visibly irritable.

Roald felt like he had been lying in the muddy water for several hours before someone finally came and called them up to rest for a while.

Almost everyone sat up exhausted as if they had been fished out of muddy water.

Director Li came over and handed Tang He a dry towel. Tang He was the only one in the entire group of performers, and the others could only wait for it to dry naturally. It was summer anyway, and muddy water and sweat had long been indistinguishable.

Tang He took the towel and thanked him, but he didn't wipe his face. Instead, he asked a few words, "Brother Li, it looks like this scene hasn't passed yet?"

The surrounding air pressure is ridiculously low, and the weather in midsummer can be cold, and it seems that there is no drama at first sight.

"Well, it's normal." Director Li nodded, not forgetting to appease Tang He, "But it has nothing to do with you. Although the director didn't praise you, he just praised if he didn't scold you. Just now, almost every group was scolded. .”

Speaking of this, Director Li couldn't help but look at Tang He with admiration, "I saw that you were lecturing to everyone just before going on stage, and even demonstrated them one by one when you were lying down. You are very talented. You just acted The pile of dead people is definitely the most realistic one I have seen in so many years!"

"This is also to not waste everyone's time. Finish the filming early and finish work early, so as to catch up with supper." Tang He smiled and accepted this special compliment.

Director Li shook his head, showing a "difficult" expression, "Who doesn't want to eat late at night, but I see Xuan, there is a scene of holding a flag, the chief director has always been satisfied, and has repeated it several times."

"It's also a group performance?" Tang He was a little puzzled. It stands to reason that it is rare to repeat it several times for group performances.

"No, for a small supporting role that has been stuffed with money, this scene will be over as soon as it's over." Director Li said with a dissatisfied face, "It was pretty good before, just this last scene, I can't get past it anyway."

"Can that character get more money?" Tang He paused and couldn't help asking.