Hengdian.

An actor took out his ID card, held it in front of the prop car, and carefully registered his name, phone number, address, and guarantor.

The reason why it's so troublesome is because the gun he received is a real gun, not a prop gun.

A real formal rifle with a real bayonet.

Because the next clip they shot was a bayonet fight, and the director wanted authenticity, so he applied for a real rifle and a real bayonet.

The actor's name is Chen Shanhe, and his name is very domineering, but in fact he is just a small special agent in Hengdian.

But being able to work as a small special agent is already very good. If you do a group performance, you may be busy for a day and it only costs about 100 to 150 yuan.

But if you are a special agent, you will have lines and shots, and sometimes you will be given a close-up because of your specific skills.

It's three to five hundred yuan a day. If you can add two more sentences, it may be six to eight hundred, or even 1,000.

Chen Shanhe doesn't have any special skills. He was a soldier and is now retired. He can work as a special agent. The most important thing is that his military skills are good.

It stands to reason that among the extras in Beijing Film Studio and Hengdian, there are many people with military backgrounds, but why is it that Chen Shanhe alone can be a special agent?

Then we have to talk about Chen Shanhe’s ability.

Bayonet fighting, the general troops no longer practice bayonet fighting, which means that there are not many people who can fight bayonet now.

There may be people in the army who practice assassination drills, and those are just for review or video shooting. Really interesting assassination skills that can be used to fight on the battlefield are basically gone.

As for Chen Shanhe, his grandfather was a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War, a veteran who truly emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

My father once participated in ten years of fighting.

Chen Shanhe's generation began to participate in militia training when they were young. Then when they grew up, they served as soldiers for 8 years. Their education was not good enough and they could not work. After some problems, they had to be demobilized and go home.

Chen Shanhe didn't want to be a security guard. The skills he had developed in the army for eight years were useless outside the society.

The only useful thing is to drive and repair cars.

I found a job repairing cars, but I didn't expect that the owner of the car repair shop was a gang leader. One day I hurriedly found him and asked him if he knew how to fight with a bayonet.

There is a director who wants to shoot a more realistic bayonet fight sequence and needs to find someone who can really do it.

When Chen Shanhe was drinking with his boss, he said that his family's bayonet fighting experience gained from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood for three generations was as valuable as the ancient martial arts secrets, but it is useless now because the modern war model has changed.

There's no need to fight with bayonets, bullets have already taken care of it.

He just drank two glasses too much and said one more sentence, but he asked the boss to remember it. When the director said that he wanted to find someone who could really fight with a bayonet to make a realistic anti-Japanese drama, the boss thought of Chen Shanhe.

From that moment on, Chen Shanhe entered the entertainment industry. Some people say that there are 365 anti-Japanese dramas produced in Hengdian 365 days a year.

Someone calculated in 2012 that when anti-Japanese dramas were filmed here in Hengdian, 300,000 extras were used a year, 60% of whom played Japanese roles.

There were 48 crews working on the "anti-Japanese war" throughout the year. One person died up to 8 times a day, and a 30-episode TV series was filmed for at least 4 months. In this way, Hengdian's "annihilation of Japanese invaders" in a year is close to 1 billion, which can circle the earth if spread out.

Two laps.

It’s so exaggerated!

Some people say that how to get a high salary in a position is to find a way to make yourself irreplaceable.

Chen Shanhe's stabbing skills are well-known among these anti-Japanese film crews, so even though he is very busy all year round, he also earns a lot.

He is very satisfied.

But a little dissatisfied.

I don’t know why I’m not satisfied, but there’s always a feeling of dissatisfaction in my heart.

"Why are you so dazed? If you have lines today, come on and memorize them!"

The assistant director placed the script with the lines copied in front of Chen Shanhe. The script only had two or three paragraphs and nothing extra. It was actually copied by hand.

"Here, I'll give you the lines. I copied them. The copy machine is broken.

Today is a big job, you know these passages by heart!

As long as you perform well, there will be many big special offers like this in the future.

Don’t talk about one or two thousand a day!

As long as you have a good command of lines!"

Of course Chen Shanhe thanked him, and then took the page handed over by the assistant director. On it was written the lines he was going to say later. The lines were indeed quite long.

"Assistant director, why are they in traditional Chinese?"

The assistant director chuckled: "This is not our protagonist and the second male lead, they are from Baodao and Xiangjiang. In order to take care of them, I am used to writing.

You can’t understand it, right?”

Chen Shanhe quickly shook his head. How could he not understand? If he said he couldn't understand traditional Chinese characters, he would make people laugh to death.

So I quickly gathered my mind and read these two lines carefully.

[That day, when we retreated from the front line to repair, we saw a small group of Japanese troops gathering all the villagers in the village together to prepare for the massacre.

At that time, the battalion commander said: "Will the Jinsui Army in the east only eat history? If the Japanese troops are let in, the only people who will be harmed will be the people in the village behind us."

Since they don’t know how to fight, let them see how our Eighth Route Army fights!”

actually,

Our bullets had been exhausted in the previous battle, but the battalion commander didn't say anything, and no one asked, they just held the guns in their hands tightly.

The battalion commander hummed a few military songs, then got closer, stood up, and rushed over with the remaining 67 of us. Charge for charge, bayonet for bayonet, and pierced the Japanese squad.

I followed the battalion commander, and after killing through the Japanese squad, there were only six of us, while there were still more than a dozen Japanese.

But the battalion commander didn't say anything else, he just hummed another military song and pounced on him fiercely again, humming the military song softly, and died generously.

At the cost of 66 sacrifices, we annihilated 54 Japanese soldiers and saved the entire village.

I was the only one who survived in the whole camp. Before he died, the battalion commander held my hand tightly and said: "You are the only seed in our camp. You must take the camp flag back."

Take them back and tell the regimental commander that no one in our battalion is afraid of death, they all died on the way to charge."

The battalion commander said that if I go back and see the regiment commander, I will tell him that we don’t want the title of Dagong Battalion, just give us the title of Death Battalion.

Because we dare to die!

For victory and for the people, we dare to die!

I promised the battalion commander that I would definitely bring the camp flag back.

From that day on, from the day I was the only one left in our camp, our camp was called a death camp.

because,

We dare to die!]

With so many lines, it was indeed a big deal. Chen Shanhe was very satisfied. Wearing the Eighth Route Army uniform, he held a formal rifle with a bayonet in one hand and a piece of paper in the other hand. He stood up straight against the big tree next to him.

On the way up, he suddenly felt empty behind him and fell back.

He was confused.

Why did he appear in mid-air? He was at least five or six meters above the ground and was falling.

He glanced down, and at that moment, he saw corpses strewn on the ground. There were flesh, mud, snow, foam, stumps, and corpses everywhere.

This was a hilltop, and it was not a low hilltop. He just smashed it down, hitting one of the few people wearing shitty yellow military uniforms who were cleaning the battlefield on the top of the hill, and then rolled down together. It was a

Deep ditch.

Before Chen Shanhe fainted, he vaguely felt that the man in the shit-yellow military uniform had been hit by the bayonet barrel in his hand.
Chapter completed!