Chapter 763 Dog! Dog! Dog!

September 18, overcast.

From a distance, the endless sorghum is lush and green.

The turquoise is so thick that it can hardly be melted in the sight.

The sun is miserable, though it is, it is better not to have it.

The wind blows across the fields, and the sky and the earth are dark.

One pair after another, with shoes and without shoes, stepped on the sorghum.

This will be the second time in the entire movie that someone deliberately tramples on the sorghum - the last time it was filmed was only five or six days away.

That time, the pair of men and women were anxious, restless, and excited.

But this time, those feet were procrastinating, hesitant, and...fearful.

The Japanese military vehicles had already driven in, and the Japanese soldiers in khaki military uniforms held guns in their hands and surrounded all the people. The guns were not far behind.

In the camera, under Li Qian's repeated requests, the nearby villagers who put on their clothes and temporarily acted as a group performer finally showed a look of bowing their heads, while Kang Mingming was wearing trousers and a pair of cloth shoes, but was naked His upper body was painted black, and he walked around beside the adults, turning his head to look behind and beside him curiously from time to time.

At this time, he didn't understand what was going on at all. He just felt that it was fun, exciting and active for so many people to step on sorghum together.

The scene was noisy.

Of course, when appearing in the edited film, at this time, many trivial shots shot this morning will be inserted--

A Japanese soldier took a gun, aimed, aimed, raised his hand, made a shooting gesture, and simulated the gunshot, BIU... Then he aimed again, BIU...

Beside him, a Japanese soldier who should be about the size of a small officer laughed, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and murmured something in Japanese.

Appearing on the subtitles, his Japanese words will be translated into Chinese: You want to practice marksmanship, I can let you practice later! Don't worry! There are many Chinese people here!

Ha ha ha ha!

The two Li Qian didn't know where Feng Bicheng found an ordinary group performer. It took two or three days to memorize and practice these few sentences in Japanese. When they said it at this time, according to the director's request, the two laughed. .

Then, a thick piece of wood was tied to a military truck, and a Japanese soldier stood behind the truck and jumped up, hugging the piece of wood sticking out of the truck with both hands, exerting strength in his waist and abdomen, and putting his feet on it, he turned his head. , making a gesture of a monkey looking at the moon, which is really playful and funny.

There was also a burst of laughter around.

Finally, a large open space was stepped on.

It is many times bigger than the place where Jiu'er and Yu Zhan'ao slept together.

On the sorghum ground that was trampled down, Wei Yizong and his young apprentices carefully skinned a cow. The bloody cowhide was put on the front of the military vehicle in one piece.

The people were driven by guns and stood together. Not far in front of them was the military vehicle.

Several Japanese soldiers dragged two dying people over, and hung them up with ropes and steel wires.

It was the log that the Japanese soldier had just climbed up to play poses.

With the sound of the wind, the Japanese officer leaned on his saber, raised his head slightly, and shouted a few words. Then, the Japanese translator beside him said "Hay", walked towards the military vehicle, came to Wei Yizong, and took out the A silver dollar, said: "The peeling is good, this is your reward from the Taijun!"

Wei Yizong was bare-chested, bony, and took the silver dollar with a nod and bowed his head. He was overjoyed, "I've won the prize, I've won the prize, let's eat for a living."

The interpreter said: "The Taijun also praises you for peeling well!"

Wei Yizong was overjoyed, "Sir, sir, sir! It's so-so!" He tilted his head and looked at the Japanese officer, nodding and bowing to show his goodwill.

The interpreter said again: "Taijun said, peeling one is not enough, let you peel another one!"

Wei Yizong was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he was overjoyed, "Success, success, success!"

I thought he was captured by the army, not to mention the money, saving his life is considered good, but who knew there was money to be made? Of course the more the better!

So while agreeing, he turned his head to look at the herd of cattle and sheep that had been snatched by the Japanese army.

The Japanese translator sneered and said, "Where are you looking! There!"

He pointed, Wei Yizong turned his head to look over, and was stunned.

There was a man hanging on the military vehicle.

The official Japanese translator said: "Did you see it, go and peel off his skin!"

Wei Yizong looked back in astonishment, smiled apologetically, and bowed his waist, "Sir...you, you really know how to joke!"

The Japanese translator sneered again, "Who is joking with you, go, peel his skin!"

Wei Yizong was stunned, and looked back at the man who was hung up, and then turned back.

The Japanese translator was quite impatient, "What are you looking at, go, don't hurry up!"

Wei Yizong looked back for the third time, with an extremely complicated expression on his face, timidly, puzzled, "Sir, that, that...that's a person!"

The Japanese translator frowned impatiently, "What nonsense, go and skin him!"

Wei Yizong smiled helplessly, waved his hands together, and begged for mercy, "No sir, no, you, please spare me, I... I..." As he spoke, he began to bow his head Come on, "Please forgive me, I really can't... please forgive me..."

While talking, the Japanese officer over there yelled something again.

The Japanese interpreter turned around and listened. With a sound of "Hay", he turned his head, raised his face, and said proudly, "Taijun said, if you don't peel well, someone will open your chest!"

Wei Yizong's movements stopped suddenly, and his arched hands were still raised in the air.

The camera zooms in to get a close-up of his facial expression.

It was a face that made people worry, and it was an expression that made people bite their lips inexplicably.

The Japanese translator stopped talking to Wei Yizong, walked up to the people, and lectured, "Listen everyone! You, the sorghum has also been stepped on. Now, let you open your eyes, take a look, and peel people!"

"The person hanging above, you all can see clearly, this is the end of going against the imperial army! If anyone dares to go against the imperial army again, just think about this human skin!"

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"Crack! It's over, next shot!"

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Wei Yizong's eyes were dull.

With a bang, an iron bucket half full of water was thrown in front of him.

The loud noise startled him.

He looked down, and the camera panned down—it was the tool he had used for twenty years to kill and skin cows.

Just buckets.

But at this time, he was terrified.

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"Crack! It's over!"

Li Qian was still wearing the double-breasted soil jacket in the play, stood up excitedly, held the trumpet in his hand, and said loudly: "Everyone has it, and I will catch another scene! I have it all, who the hell, hang Teacher Chunhua again!" stand up!"

At this time, he excitedly unbuttoned, looked around, and felt that there was nothing to tell him, so he considered returning to the ranks of actors, and his camera would be next.

But at this time, Lu Lingxi suddenly sighed in his ears, and said with emotion: "Teacher Wei's acting skills are really... amazing!"

Li Qian chuckled, "He's been preparing for more than 20 days! Old drama, this is a normal performance!"

Lu Lingxi smiled helplessly and shook his head.

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Crash!

A bucket of cold water was poured on the bald man who was hung up.

The man was awakened by the cold water in an instant, and he raised his head, his face was covered with blood.

Later, a supplementary shot will be taken and cut in, that is, the onlookers shouted in surprise: "Tu Sanpao! That's Sanpao!"

But at this time, no.

It's a coherent shot.

Several guns with bayonets pointed at Wei Yizong, "Go! Go!"

Wei Yizong looked like he was about to cry, but in desperation, he bent down to fetch water.

He took the towel in the water, brought water, and wiped the blood for Tu Sanpao. Tu Sanpao was already dying from torture. At this moment, seeing his old buddy, he said with difficulty: "Give me a... Well, under the underworld, I will not forget... I will not forget you..."

The Japanese translator had a cigarette in his mouth, and said impatiently: "What are you talking about! Hurry up!"

Wei Yizong seemed to have returned to normal. While continuing to touch the water, he smiled wrinkled all over his face. With a compensatory smile, he nodded and bowed and said to the interpreter: "Sir, when the cold water is stirred, he is easy to handle..."

While talking, he still scrubbed Tu Sanpao's body, and at the same time whispered: "Master, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass this test this time, and I, Hu Er, can't do anything either!"

At this time, the Japanese officer yelled loudly, and the interpreter urged again, "Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

Wei Yizong turned around, nodded and smiled at the interpreter, then walked over and took the ox knife from his dumbfounded boy.

The Japanese translator shouted, "Hurry up!"

The camera closely followed Wei Yizong's footsteps.

Three steps ahead of Xie Niu Dao, Tu Sanpao raised his head with great effort, his eyes stared fiercely, and those eyes were full of anger——

"dog!"

he shouted.

Near the camera, Wei Yizong's shoulders trembled undetectably.

In the depth of the field, lying between the two of them is the completely peeled and wonderful cowhide on the front of the military vehicle!

Tu Sanpao glared and gritted his teeth.

Although he was about to die, he still did not lose the majestic appearance of a generation of reckless villains.

"Japanese dog! Turn your face and deny anyone!"

He roared angrily.

Almost exhausted the last trace of strength from top to bottom.

Wei Yizong lowered his head, clenched his knives tightly in his hands, and walked over.

"dog!"

The bald three guns roared.

Wei Yizong moved two more steps.

"dog!"

The bald three guns roared.

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Li Qian waved his hand, and the No. 2 machine quickly ran over and aimed at Wei Yizong's face in the armpit of Tu Sanpao.

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"dog!"

With the last yell, Tu Sanpao exhausted all his strength, shaking all over.

In the camera, Wei Yizong slowly raised his head, showing a strange and inexplicable smile at Wei Yizong.

That feeling is very much like the smile when two old friends reunite for many years.

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After filming this scene, aircraft No. 3 withdrew quickly.

Unit No. 1 continued to capture Wei Yizong and Tu Sanpao.

Two people, one on the left and one on the right of the camera.

Wei Yizong stretched out his hand and pressed Tu Sanpao's head to prevent him from shaking.

"Master, let's go!" he whispered.

Poke it with a knife.

Right fossa.

Tu Sanpao yelled "Ah".

Wei Yizong drew his knife, turned around suddenly, roared and rushed towards the Japanese!

"I grass your ancestors!"

Da da da!

The machine guns rang out.

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After writing this chapter, I am exhausted!

Many minor adjustments to the original version, or additions or deletions, are just my personal understanding and interpretation. I wrote and understood it from the perspective of "if I make a remake". Sorry for the lack of level!