my time as a director

Chen Kun thought for a while and asked, "Since the recoil is so strong, you can guarantee that you can hit it accurately tomorrow?"

"Why can't you hit it right!"

Zhang Yi refuted with a stiff neck, his face was young, and he even had a sense of youth, so he was really suitable to play a stubborn young man.

However, thinking about the shooting during the day, Zhang Yi became a little discouraged again, "Then I'll just stay here for a few more days, and when I get familiar with this gun, the company commander must transfer me back!"

"I read a book before, it should be able to help you." Chen Kun suddenly said.

"Can you help me? Pull it down." Zhang Yi curled his lips, throwing off the quilt and going to sleep.

Chen Kun was not angry either, and explained to himself, "The recoil is strong because your arm is not strong enough. If you have enough strength, the recoil will be able to adapt, and you will be able to shoot more stably.

I have read in books that tying sandbags on hands and feet can exercise running speed and arm strength. If you can adapt to the sandbags weighing more than ten kilograms in your hands, you can also adapt to the recoil of shooting. "

Zhang Yi had already sat up at this moment, looked at his arm, and asked suspiciously, "Really?"

"I also read it in books." Chen Kun replied honestly.

"Since it's in the book, it shouldn't lie. What else is written in the book?"

"There is a martial arts book. When others practice darts, they practice aiming at candles."

"Why the candle?"

"Because the flame of the candle moves as long as there is a little wind, it may be to practice eyesight."

"That's it."

Zhang Yi immediately got up from the bed, fumbled and lit the only oil lamp in the room.

Chen Kun was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Practice!" Zhang Yi excitedly took the gun, and squatted down to raise the gun to aim at the constantly shaking flames of the oil lamp, without moving.

Seeing his actions, Chen Kun was a little startled, but he didn't bother him, just stared at him.

In the cold house, the cold wind blowing through the cracks in the windows made the flames of the oil lamps flutter with the wind.

A thin young man in front of him held a gun, motionless in the dark night, like a statue, and another old man on the bed looked at him motionless.

Shooting in winter is always boring, and such an environment will also affect people's mentality.

Therefore, Li Qian planned to shoot a major scene with not too many scenes first.

Ice and Snow Changjin Lake.

The reason why it is the main scene and there are not many scenes is because I will not be able to film this battle, and there is not enough time. I will shoot a large panorama of an ambush against [-] enemy troops, and then add a dozen seconds of the protagonist's third company participating in the battle. clock shot.

The main battle scene is still the Songgu Peak blocking battle at the back.

But even if you don't shoot the battle scenes of the Battle of Changjin Lake, in terms of shock, it is no less shocking than the tragic Songgu Peak.

The protagonist of this scene is not Chen Kun, Zhang Yi, or Duan Yihong, but more than 120 soldiers from the Northeast Military Region who performed guest performances.

The 120 soldiers have been wearing thin old-fashioned military uniforms and white sheets since they arrived here at 8 a.m., keeping an ambush posture, holding the guns in their hands, lying motionless in the vast white snow, Let the makeup artists work on their heads, faces, and bodies.

More than 200 makeup artists, stylists, prop artists, and special effects artists spent three hours dressing up the 120 soldiers as dead people frozen into ice sculptures.

Seeing these soldiers not moving for three hours, wearing very little clothes, and dressing up in such a miserable state, Su Lun, who is a woman, couldn't help but said to Li Qian, "Boss, it's all right, let's start shooting."

"Ice and Snow Changjin Lake is wrong, it should be Ice Blood Changjin Lake."

Even though he knew it was fake, but looking at the tragic situation of these soldiers, Li Qian seemed to have returned to the era of heavy artillery fire, and saw more than 4000 compatriots who were frozen to death in the Changjin Lake Battle.

Li Qian raised the horn and shouted.

"All departments prepare!"

Chapter 461 The War Scene Ends

In a certain wilderness in the northeast, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the northwest wind blows snowflakes like cotton balls, making people blinded.

The wilderness is not a plain, but a series of high and dangerous peaks. Under the raging blizzard, it seems that the end of the world exists.

On the mountainside, there is a suspended single-lane bridge across several water diversion pipes. Under the bridge is an abyss.

The original bridge has been blown up several times. On the original broken bridge, 8 sets of Type 2 steel-wood standard bridges have replaced the original bridge.

Not far away, the [-]st Marine Division, which had just experienced a ten-day bloody battle with the Volunteers, was retreating here.

"stop!"

Commander Smith looked anxiously at the bridge leading to heaven in front of him. After six days of bloody battles, his 22st Marine Division was withdrawn from the battlefield three days ago, but it only traveled a total of [-] kilometers in the past three days.

Along the way, they were intercepted and killed by volunteers at various levels. On average, they could only walk 1 meters in an hour, and more than 300 people were killed or injured on the 22-kilometer road.

Now, as long as he crosses the Shuimen Bridge in front of him, there is a flat river in front of him, and his troops can escape.

However, Smith was a little cloudy.

A staff officer next to him hesitated, "General, I feel like someone is watching us!"

The anxiety in Smith's heart became more and more serious, and he sent a few scouts to the front to talk about the way, but when the scouts climbed to the top of the bridge and took a look, they were all stunned.

More than 120 volunteer soldiers were all frozen on the ground. These soldiers were all in a sniper posture, with guns in their hands, the muzzles of the guns facing the front, and their eyes glaring at the ground. None of them flinched.

"Oh, God!"

After looking at each other for a few seconds with the ice sculpture glaring at the front, the three rice-grained soldiers yelled, turned their heads and ran away with horror on their faces.

"Okay, let's go!"

A simple scene, just one pass, Li Qian thought that there would be something awkward about these foreign group performances, but he was quite involved.

"Hurry up, the next shot." He picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered to continue shooting.

Chen Kun, Duan Yihong, and Zhang Yi, who were about to appear in the next scene with makeup on, couldn't help asking, "Director Li, these foreigners should not be American."

"I don't know, but they are quite dedicated." Li Qian shook his head. There are actually quite a few foreign ensemble performers in China. Their salary is generally ten times that of normal ensemble performers, and they only need to show their faces.

Rare is more expensive, that's all.

For this plot, a lot of foreign actors are needed. For some close-up scenes, foreign ensemble actors are recruited, and for long-range scenes, they are recruited locally, which is available in the northern part of Heilongjiang Province.

As for whether there are rice grains in these group performances, whether it will be awkward, Li Qian didn't bother to care.

The filming continued. When several scouts rushed down shouting and shouting, the commander of Mi [-] Division was shocked, and the troops immediately prepared for battle.