Experienced actor

Chapter 1
A piece of snowflake slowly floated down like a dancing girl, sometimes left and sometimes right, and finally landed on the tip of Xiang Yang's nose.

Xiang Yang couldn't help but twitch his nose, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold. Maybe red means heat, so the snowflakes melted away, and the little moisture disappeared quickly, leaving not a trace left, as if there had never been any in this world. There is no such thing.

The snow was not heavy, just falling in patches.

Xiangyang didn't want to pay special attention to this snowflake, but he had to do so.

Because this is a real snowflake, six-sided and crystal clear.

A few seconds ago, a similar snowflake fell on his eyelids, and the slight chill made him open his eyes.

Xiang Yang clearly remembered that he was sleeping on the set.

It’s Hengdian in winter.

Xiang Yang dared to tell anyone responsibly that any film or television drama filmed in Hengdian would be fake as long as there were snow scenes in it.

This thing is so absolute, but it is indeed true. Every film and television worker in Hengdian who has been around for a long time, from the master of Hengdian to the director and investor, everyone knows about it.

It's not that it never snows in Hengdian, but it rarely snows.

Many people may not have thought that 'snow' can appear at any time, which is actually more cost-effective.

Neither foamed polyethylene nor urea crystals were as beautiful as the real snowflake in front of them, so it couldn't help but attract Xiangyang's attention.

Could it be that this is not Hengdian?
As soon as this idea came to him, two more pieces of 'evidence' were placed in front of him.

There was a gun beside him, and it looked like it belonged to him.

And the clothes he was wearing were gray Eighth Route Army winter uniforms, which were cotton-padded jackets.

Considering that the number of Japanese who died in Hengdian every year could circle the earth three and a half times, the master of Hengdian was very familiar with both of these things.

The gun looked like it was made in Hanyang. I held it in my hand quietly and weighed it. It was very heavy.

You get what you pay for, bad dramas use flimsy gadgets, and a senior Hengdian master can even judge whether the crew's budget is sufficient by the feel of his hands.

Look at this military uniform again. The skirt and cuffs are very worn, and the leggings and big cotton shoes look very similar.

The key is, the taste!

The costumes worn by the walk-on actors have been worn by countless people. There are many anti-Japanese dramas. Whether they are the clothes of the Japanese army, the Eighth Route Army, or the National Army, they are all reused.It's slightly better in winter, and in summer, it's more refreshing than wearing socks that haven't been washed for a month.

My nose twitched, but there was no peculiar smell, but this was obviously an old piece of clothing, so what did that mean?

It's like a guy with bad breath who doesn't know the taste of his mouth at all and thinks he's spitting out fragrance when he talks.

Get used to it.

Xiang Yang couldn't help but look around again.

There are many people around me who are similar to me. Here, it looks like a simple fortification. Looking a little further away, we can see the landform and the soil.

After all, Hengdian is located in the south. Although it tries to imitate it, many geological features in the north cannot be imitated.

If this is not a Hengdian, then. . .

Although the weather was cold, there were many beads of sweat on Xiangyang's forehead. One of them rolled down and hung on his chin along his face.

He slowly opened the bolt of the Hanyang-made gun with his hand. When the yellow bullet shell was just exposed, beads of sweat fell down.

Xiang Yang slowly pushed the gun bolt back.

It's almost solid.

As for a walk-on, does he deserve such 'exquisite' props?
Am I time-traveling?

Traveled through time and became an Eighth Route Army soldier?

How is this possible?
Xiang Yang remembered that before going to bed, he was only thinking about two things, 'renting chicken green one' and the price of pork.

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

But, it really has nothing to do with time travel.

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 online articles, time travel and rebirth are commonplace, but if it really happens to you, who would feel ashamed?
At this moment, Xiang Yang was tapped on the shoulder.

"Hey! Why are you kid asleep?"

"..."

This man had a square face. Xiangyang didn't recognize him and didn't dare to speak for a while.He knew that at this moment his eyes were like a panicked little rabbit.

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

"that……"

"the first time?"

"Uh-huh."

Xiang Yang was afraid of exposing 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' continued: "You're new here, so be smart. After a while, when you hear the order, you'll rush as hard as you can, you know?"

rush?
"Yes."

Xiang Yang tried his best to sound like a warrior in his answer.

Then, other soldiers around him came over to chat.

"Squad leader, are you cold?"

"Not cold, what? Are you cold?"

"Not bad."

"You brag about your ability to withstand freezing, ha..." Xiang Yang listened quietly, not daring to speak. His confused accent matched that sentence. Everyone came from all over the world.

And the key is 'squad leader'.

I really have traveled through time!

He really became an Eighth Route Army soldier!

Then, next, it’s time to risk your life.

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

"En." Xiang Yang nodded heavily.

Well, afraid of death.

Who the hell isn't afraid of death?

But the 'squad leader' faced the charge very naturally, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, it's no big deal."

Xiang Yang was shocked after hearing this.

It turns out that our Eighth Route Army soldiers are really so brave, and they really look forward to death.

Xiang Yang was excited and couldn't help but think of something.

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

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

After traveling through time, he became an Eighth Route Army soldier, and he had to charge next.

So, can you say no?

No!

Our Eighth Route Army also adheres to battlefield discipline. If you show any cowardice, you will really be shot.

Only fight!

Rush down, if you die, you will be dead, if you live, you will be alive.

If you are lucky, you may be able to live forever and become a retired cadre in the future. Those days will be beautiful!
To put it bluntly, if we die, our man will also die on the battlefield fighting against the little devils, and he will also be a martyr!

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

"In a moment, you follow me."

"Yes."

"Good."

"Yes."

Just now.

"Come on!"

Someone in the distance yelled.

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

Xiang Yang followed closely behind, and his comrades also went down the mountain like tigers one by one.

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

Even if the Japanese haven't appeared yet.

"Kill it!"

He doesn't think about it that much anymore. Right now, he only cares about two things.

Kill the devil!

Also, stay alive.

But I never expected that an accident would happen.

When Xiang Yang and his Eighth Route Army comrades rushed about twenty meters, a comrade took out a grenade, pulled the cord and threw it.

The accuracy is not great, and the distance is not that far.

Falling in front of the charging team, there are no Japanese anywhere.

Xiang Yang saw it clearly and cursed in his heart.

You new recruit, the enemy hasn't seen you yet, throw a grenade!

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

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

These guys were so high up that they didn’t notice?
At this moment, Xiang Yang had no time at all, he could only make a reaction that he could make.

He yelled, "Get down! Get down!"

Then he flew over and knocked down the nearest comrade, who was the one who had just spoken to him.

This is the only way to do it, save everyone, and besides, if you shout so loudly, other people will probably hear it.

but. . .

"Stuck! Who the hell is that? Who told him to attack one of our own people? Stop it! Stop it!"

Xiang Yang, who was lying on the ground, followed the sound and saw a camera appearing on the side of the charge team. . .

(End of this chapter)