“Take them all! Boss Xing isn’t short of money. Five yuan a day is only 10,000 yuan, and it’s not like we’re filming this many people every day. It’s just a matter of one shot,” said Ma Zhangyan.
Bucktooth thought for a moment and then shook his head. To be honest, it wasn't just about the money; there were also costumes and props. They had only prepared costumes for a little over a thousand people. If they added more people, how could they possibly have enough costumes?
This is not in China, where there is the support of the masses, with soldiers charging into battle on the front lines and ordinary people carrying loads and pushing carts to deliver food and ammunition.
Ma Zhangyan said, "It's not impossible. Can the Korean people use it too? There are Koreans here, and they can bring their own traditional clothing, which will save us some money."
Bucktooth Gang agreed, and to their surprise, the locals who had no clothes actually had clothes from the 1960s and 70s, including blue work clothes, khaki and dark green ones, and clothes with many patches. They were so mixed in that you couldn't tell them apart.
For five yuan a day, the locals dug out their old clothes, not knowing how they managed to save them up.
This sequence of shots was filmed before dawn, depicting two regiments charging the enemy's position. It not only gives the enemy a stunning close-up but also a powerful impact on the audience.
When the enemy felt a sense of foreboding as dawn approached, they ordered their soldiers to fire several flares into the sky. The flames shot into the heavens, illuminating the surrounding land.
When the enemy commander looked into the darkness through his binoculars, he revealed a look of terror as the light shone through.
It was a sea of heads, many of them waving red flags. I don't know what waving red flags in the dark meant, but it represented a certain spirit.
The commander pointed at our troops rushing towards us and shouted, "Enemy attack! Open fire!"
The moment the gunfire began, the bugle call sounded.
The battle begins. There's no need to sneak in silently. The battle horn sounds, and the charge begins.
The hilltop was packed with people, a dense, overwhelming crowd; even those without trypophobia would find it frightening.
They charged forward amidst the artillery fire, fallen flags being picked up by those behind them as they continued their advance. The enemy continuously fired flares into the sky, ensuring they could always see men following behind.
What does it mean to advance wave upon wave? It means that there are always people running after you, rushing out of the darkness.
The enemy's machine guns seemed endless, as if there were countless people in the darkness; it is the unknown that instills fear.
Sitting in front of the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie, Bucktooth Gang was watching with his blood boiling and his adrenaline surging.
Only when he saw the red flag fluttering on the hilltop did he shout: "Cut!"
Then we waited for the sun to rise, and the camera captured the scene: red flags covering the hillsides. The first camera angle was from above, taken from a crane, and the second angle was a distant view.
In the long shot from the second camera position, what Bucktooth Gang saw was a mountain full of people, rising to greet the sunrise, jumping up and cheering, and victory was won just like that.
At this moment, Bucktooth understood that Xing Baohua's words were telling the Western world that there were many of us, especially those who were not afraid to die.
There were more people before, and now there are even more.
The camera then pans to a scene of people in all sorts of colorful outfits, representing different groups of people.
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