Chapter 511: Chapter 281: Crushing Zhao Mingyuan’s Psychological Defenses, The Script’s Deadly Blow
Gan Wenchang could tell at a glance that for an hour, he had been watching the gathered soldiers from various routes in retreat at Chanda, their souls awakened by Commander Yu Xiaoqing, only to then be cast into the eighteen layers of hell.
Looking up, he was overwheld by a mix of emotions.
This story, this script, could basically blow Zhao Mingyuan’s script out of the water. There was hardly any suspense over who should be chosen, as long as the people at the seminar weren’t blind.
But on the other hand, it’s no wonder Xu Qingyan had a poker face after reading Zhao Mingyuan’s script in the morning. It wasn’t nervousness he felt but an effort to hold back his laughter.
Dammit, such a tight-lipped guy, he must have co out of the palace in his last life.
The seminar was set to start around two-thirty in the afternoon, considering the leaders needed enough ti to rest, the actual discussion of the script would begin after three o’clock.
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He turned his head to see Xu Qingyan under the air conditioning, showing no sign of waking up. So he leaned back in his chair and half-closed his eyes, thinking about the story he had just read.
Madman Long Wenzhang, ng Fanle, Mi Long, Ah Yi, characters leaped out from the page, as if they had just vanished from his sight the second before.
The script was told from ng Fanle’s perspective, yet the protagonist wasn’t a paragon of virtue. No, it seed like every person in it was the main character, more like an ensemble.
A group of soldiers gathered in Chanda, coming from all corners of the land. They weren’t heroes or extraordinary chivalrous fighters, lacking noble souls, seemingly ordinary people like you and .
ng Fanle: A foul-mouthed defeated soldier with a twisted character shaped by familial oppression. He was capable in battle but always pessimistic and world-weary, wanting to heal his leg and leave the battlefield.
But his leg was la, and because of his limp, he felt he couldn’t win wars. With a weapon in his hand, he couldn’t do anything right, not even heal his own leg.
He wanted to save the country but sank into chaotic partisan struggles, worried about his old man, who turned out to be a puppet security chief. He verbally disparaged but treasured his comrades, only to watch them die one by one before his eyes.
All he could do was shout how annoyed he was.
Long Wenzhang: A madman who had traveled the country, could fight and cheat people. Seeming like a person who never existed, he suddenly appeared before the routed soldiers.
He persuaded them to counterattack the enemy, as if sprouting from their own hearts. He moved against the prevailing situation, wanting to save the country and restore things to their original state.
His troops called him “Dead Dead.”
Mi Long: A rough-looking but warm-hearted Northeastern soldier, skillful and daring in battle. Optimistic and humorous, he did business while fighting, continuously losing and reorganizing.
In a broken world, he still patched things together. Mi Long was soone full of hope for the future, even though the nation’s prospects were bleak, he still strove to live well.
Not Spicy: Originally nad Deng Bao, from southern Hunan, had fought the Little Japanese. An elite survivor from the vanguard, was fierce and always managed to survive the charges.
Among the group of routed soldiers, only Not Spicy didn’t lose his gun. While other soldiers joked around, he was most determined to fight the Little Japanese, and he was not afraid of death.
Faced with the deaths of familiar comrades, he was neither too sad nor too fearful. Having seen death often, Not Spicy simply remarked, “When you get there, look for Yao Ma, he didn’t go far, I’ll be right behind.”
Veterinarian: The old father of the entire team, and also the moral baseline of the whole expendable group. He told the soldiers what they could and couldn’t do, what they should do.
While desperately trying to save lives, he was also saving their souls. Bringing their numb souls back to their bodies, turning people into human beings, not walking corpses.
There were many such characters, each one a unique existence.
The story starts in a shelter in Chanda, where a commander claiming to be Yu Xiaoqing arrived. He gave a passionate speech before the group of defeated soldiers.
In the end, he awakened the souls of the soldiers, who willingly stripped naked and boarded the foreigner’s plane to Myanmar to fight. That group took off their clothes and boarded the plane, nearly crashing.
After narrowly surviving death, they were then chased by four enemies. The team was slaughtered to the point of utter fear and desperation, until the impostor commander Long Wenzhang descended like a divine being.
This crazed man killed the four enemies, his skills surpassing everyone else’s. He could perform Soul Summoning, deceive others, claiming Yu Xiaoqing was dead, and that he was their new commander.
He taught Mi Long how to fire a machine gun and swindled supplies from the foreigners. Finally, he wanted to lead the expendable team to take the airfield; the team thought he was mad and wanted to go ho.
Long Wenzhang compromised and turned back with the team. On the way, Mi Long picked up a wife and child, and they fell back to the Nu River, where the Yu Family Army had blown up the bridge.
To prove their identity, they caused many farces. However, they were still barred from crossing the river. Then the enemy caught up, and the team scattered in fear.
Long Wenzhang blocked them, roused them with curses, and then they counterattacked. From that point, the mongrels beca hungry wolves, shifting from defense to offense.
Gan Wenchang had seen up to this point, and it stirred his blood. At the opening, the scenes of the expendable unit cooking pork with vermicelli was hilariously funny, and so was their naked escape through the jungle.
Even Long Wenzhang’s descent remained funny, but what followed were all daggers. Characters that seed like important co-stars died without uttering a single word.
In that mont, Gan Wenchang was profoundly shaken. It was then he rembered, Yao Ma was a vanguard, and it was just like that on the battlefield, a spurt of blood mist and then death.
No outrage, no loud roar, and no last words.
He saw the original text where Long Wenzhang shouted loudly, “The living should make noise, the living should go to war! Want to live? Fight them!”
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