Chapter 343: My Perfect Big Drama Ruined by an Elementary School Student?

"Cut! Stop!"

Behind the monitor, Li Yunlong stood up with a dark face.

Oh no, not Li Yunlong, but Su Meng playing the role of Li Yunlong.

Su Meng's makeup this time was vastly different from before.

If people from his previous life saw it, they would certainly not find it unfamiliar.

His current makeup actually bore seven or eight-tenths resemblance to that classic Li Yunlong image from his previous life.

It was just that in his eyebrows and eyes, one could still barely make out a few traces of his true appearance.

Fortunately, it was god-level makeup art; otherwise, such a heaven-defying face-swapping technique truly could not have been accomplished.

The TV drama has now officially begun filming.

Originally, according to Su Meng's estimate, the filming progress of this play would be very fast.

After all, the actors participating were mostly veteran actors; even the most difficult-to-control large-scale war scenes would not be very difficult.

These extras were all active-duty soldiers; obeying orders and prohibiting disobedience had already been fused into their bones.

But when actually filming, it made Su Meng's head ache immensely.

Ordinary scenes were one thing; under the boost of Su Meng's god-level BUFF "Famous Director," the actors' state and acting skills were both elevated.

Filming went as if aided by gods, basically taking only one take to pass.

But the large-scale war scenes involving thousands of people deviated greatly from Su Meng's expectations.

For example, right now...

Su Meng stood up with a dark face and walked over to a small boy who only reached his chest.

"You, how old are you?"

"Report to the director! My name is Ling Ling Gaoda, I am 12 years old this year, sixth grade in elementary school!"

Hearing this answer, Su Meng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Sixth grade in elementary school? You damn thing, not studying properly, running off to film a drama? Do your family members know?

Liu Ruiming also walked over and asked in confusion.

"Director Su, what's wrong?"

What's wrong? Su Meng pointed at him without expression.

"Chief of Staff Liu, I want to know, among the extras you brought over, how come there are elementary school students?"

"Oh, you mean this." Liu Ruiming showed no surprise at all, simply nodding and saying.

"Not just him, this '457' of mine brought over more than a dozen children in total, mostly middle school students, plus a few elementary school students and Gao Zhongsheng."

What? More? Su Meng was instantly dumbfounded.

Didn't you say this was a military exercise? Your family conducts military exercises and brings the whole family along?

Seeing his expression, Liu Ruiming smiled and explained.

"In that era, those who joined the army and fought were not only young and strong adults."

"There were also many minors, who had not yet shed their childishness, shouldering guns and stepping onto the battlefield."

"Since we want to respect Shi Shi, then bringing a few little brats should be quite reasonable, right?"

His words made everyone around fall silent.

In that era, although there were theoretically age restrictions for recruiting soldiers, what about in reality?

When the nation was in peril, every Chinese son and daughter had a responsibility to shoulder blades and spears and resist the enemy.

When soldier sources were tight, many young people also stepped onto the battlefield without hesitation.

Even among them, there were many children who would rather lie about their age to go to the battlefield.

According to historical records, among the soldiers captured by the Japanese army, there were indeed child soldiers; they looked to be around 10 years old, and one of them even achieved merit multiple times!

And this phenomenon was also common in our army.

Hearing Liu Ruiming's words, Su Meng was also silent for a moment.

Ling Ling Gaoda, however, became spirited and said loudly.

"Exactly!"

"Back then, my great-grandfather went to the battlefield at 12; why can't I?"

"Although I cannot join the army yet, acting and beating up Japanese devils to satisfy my cravings is fine too!"

"My dad and the others are just too cowardly!"

"After I grow up and join the army, I must lead the troops to trample the Cherry Blossom Country and nuclear-blast the East Well City!"

Holy crap!

Su Meng silently extended a big thumb.

Good kid, you have ambition!

Since you have such ambition, then I definitely have to cooperate a bit.

"Xiao Yan!"

"Hey, Brother Su!" The little assistant ran over in a flash.

"Go find a bookstore and buy ten copies of the sixth-grade winter vacation homework!"

Huh?

Zhang Xiaoyan was instantly stunned.

Ling Ling Gaoda, however, suddenly became anxious.

"Director, you can't do this! I still have scenes to shoot!"

"Shoot scenes?! Do you even know you're shooting a scene?!"

Su Meng jumped up at once, pointing at his nose and starting to scold him.

"Look at what you just did?"

"You were stabbed in the chest with a bayonet, yet you're still jumping around?"

"You're dead! You should be lying down playing a corpse!"

"That's not right!" Ling Ling Gaoda immediately shot back.

"I am a brave and fearless Eighth Route Army soldier!"

"Even in death, I die standing!"

"Besides, the character I'm playing might have his heart on the right side?"

"He just stabbed my left..."

"Zhang Xiaoyan! Go buy twenty copies!" Su Meng ruthlessly cut him off.

The little assistant looked at Ling Ling Gaoda with eyes full of sympathy.

You tell me, you little rascal, why did you have to talk back for no reason?