In reality, a series of chaotic operations by the Allied forces were magnified to the extreme in the cross-plot integration of time and space in "The Great Battle".
First of all, the Italian Coast Division, as the "pig teammate", did not collapse in one blow. There is no such thing as a dog chasing a rabbit. Just when Patton and Montgomery were commanding 160,000 American and British landing troops on 3,200 warships and transport ships, and under the cover of 1,000 aircraft, they forcibly landed on beaches in the southwest and southeast of Sicily. They were taking advantage of the strong wind and waves to conduct live shooting of special scenes. The "chain dogs" of the film crew who maintained order on the set discovered.
Sirens sounded along the coast first, and flares rushed to illuminate the beach. This is pretty much a preview before any location shoot. The skilled can no longer be skilled.
As expected, with his mind blank for a brief moment, the Italian Coast Division soldier almost subconsciously pulled the trigger. That’s right, instead of turning around and running away, you pull the trigger!
The burst of fire rushed towards the beach landing craft.
"Shoot, shoot. Defend Sicily, defend Italy!" The only line he had memorized by heart came out immediately.
Almost at the same time, chasing beams of bright light. Dense lines of fire reflected from the sea onto the beach. There was a fierce exchange of fire between the troops defending the beach and the troops seizing the beach. The Nazi officer who leaned out of the trench in front of the camera, raised his pistol and shouted "defend Italy" was immediately shot to death.
"Ah!" The brief screams and the torn corpses frightened the surrounding photographers. The commotion immediately began to spread in the nearby trenches used to lay the camera track. However, those who were so panicked that they rushed out of the trenches without hesitation were shot to death with blood all over their bodies as soon as they showed up, and they were knocked down from the trenches with their skin and flesh torn.
A perfect human being one second ago, turned into a pile of rotten flesh the next. The bloody scene shocked everyone at once.
"Director, director, go quickly, go find the director quickly -" A stage manager wearing thick myopic glasses was crying at the top of his lungs. Suddenly he heard a "bang!" and was shot to death on the spot.
Following the still smoking muzzle, I saw that the person recording the shooting scene was the heavily armed "chain dog" - the field military police who maintained discipline on the set.
"If the director doesn't tell me to stop, then we'll keep filming."
"What...what? What the hell?!" The remaining sanity of another member of the filming crew was also shattered by his colleague who fell dead in front of him: "This is war, not filming! You inhuman mad dog, why would you kill someone who lives with you day and night? colleague?!"
"He has gone crazy. And you are about to go crazy." The military police in the field rushed down with their guns, standing upright in the trench surrounded by artillery fire: "The head of state will see a great movie. A truly incomparable grand performance. An imperial hymn of flesh and steel intertwined. And we are all the lucky ones to compose this hymn.”
"..." When the head of state was mentioned, everyone's expressions changed instantly.
"Listen to the sound of gunfire around you, and the last lines shouted in Italian. If our lives are destined to end in tragedy. Then please make a great movie to be commemorated or used for Spurned." This idiot, who usually seems to be useless and has no sense of drama and can't even recite a complete line of dialogue, turns out to be full of rich plot appeal at the critical moment of life and death.
Sure enough, playing yourself well is the best performance.
Just as the film crew was getting ready, they were all in their positions. The Venetian director, wrapped in a bathrobe, was carried by an open-top camera car converted from a military vehicle, crossing the line of fire all the way to the shooting location.
"The director is here!"
"The director is here!"
"Protect the director!" More and more soldiers jumped out of the trenches, climbed onto the half-track armored vehicles used for filming, and gathered towards the camera vehicles from all directions.
He took a steel helmet and put it on his forehead haphazardly. Director Giovanni was escorted directly into a hidden filming trench by his assistants. Along the way, people kept getting blown up by cannonballs that landed nearby, but Director Giovanni sat on the director's chair unscathed.
Führer, this is a fucking miracle!
"Aha! Sneaky British guy." He spit out the cigarette he had bitten off and lit the cigar first. Director Giovanni blew out a thick puff of smoke at the film crew gathered around him: "War has never been our responsibility. Our responsibility is to find a piece of bloody curtain that belongs to us in this bloody human cannibalism. . Use our way to record, describe and create. Good or bad, righteous or evil, or just an insignificant blood flower blooming in the chest in the joys and sorrows of life."
"Director, will we win?" An artist serving the empire couldn't help but ask what he had been holding back for a long time.
"No, we will never." Director Giovanni laughed loudly: "There is no winning or losing in life with a ticket of 30 pfennigs. Because art and life can never be quantified, and therefore cannot be priced."
"Okay, okay, great artists, finish the work for 30 pfennigs first." Director Giovanni threw away the cigarette butt and took the guide tube and shouted directly to the communication radio station in each trench: ""The Great Battle" The final act.”
“Quiet on Set!”
"Roll camera!"
"Marker!"
"Start (Action)!"
A strange atmosphere spreads and spreads throughout the battlefield, or "strange set". The "strange desire to perform" of the Italian Coast Division, who "does nothing but excels in art", awakens from the depths of their blood like an infection.
"The vanguard of the British troops landing on the beach are piling up sandbags and preparing to hold on. A few people will drive them back to the Mediterranean to feed the fish."
"The stunt team requested a filming mission."
"Agree to the request. No close-ups, no lines, the performance begins. Attention all departments, machine gun fire team support."
Along with the burst of fire, agile figures jumped out of the trenches, like cheetahs in the darkness, pounced on the enemy on the opposite side.
"The Italians are coming!" The beach-rushing troops who were quickly filling sandbags with the engineer shovels they carried with them immediately warned: "Quick, machine gunners!"
"Ta-ta-ta--" The temporary heavy machine gun fired first.
The stormtrooper who had just rushed to the beach was covered in blood and fell to the ground before he could throw the grenade.
Guns were fired randomly, and the soldiers of the Italian Coast Division who were at the forefront were the first to fall to the ground.
Before the Allied machine gunners could take a breath, these stormtroopers, covered in bullet holes and bleeding, sat up strangely?
"..." The entire beach was dead silent.
He lowered his head and glanced at the two layers of pigskin on his chest that had been pierced by bullets. The thing that was squirting blood must be the chicken blood bag sandwiched between the pigskin. In order to prevent the senior makeup artist who was pursuing the ultimate realism, he desperately used strong medicine and lit firecrackers to explode the skin and flesh of the soldier who was shot in front of the camera. The cunning Italian extras secretly placed a steel plate pulled out from the body armor under the pigskin. As a result, he accidentally hit and survived under the machine gun.
However. The stormtrooper who awakened the "strange desire for performance" from the depths of his blood knew that falling down and pretending to be dead at this time would have no effect except wasting film. In previous shootings, many of the extras were scolded by the director with a loudspeaker because of such "pretend corpse" performances that could not be edited under panoramic shots. In order to make amends, they could only grit their teeth and stand up. It is in line with the logic of the movie to use fearless courage to perform a heroic sacrifice of "not being able to leave the line of fire even if seriously injured".
"Charge, charge! Defend Sicily, defend Italy!" The passionate lines that were blurted out immediately echoed across the beach.
"Machine gunner, shoot, shoot!"
The misfired heavy machine gun fired again half a beat later. The Italian extras, still facing a hail of bullets and covered in blood and flesh, rushed into the beach position. He raised his Beretta M1938 submachine gun loaded with live ammunition and fired angrily into his face.
Shooting at such a close range doesn't matter whether you aim or not.
"Quick, the camera will catch up." No wonder the director was so excited that his veins stood up (?). This is a shot-in-the-shot effect that a senior makeup artist has tried his best to apply strong medicine to, but it still can't achieve it (let me tell you, my lord, you are indeed "invincible in a single chapter").
