In reality, a series of chaotic operations by the Allies were magnified by the extreme in the fusion of time and space across the plot of "The Great Battle".

First of all, the Italian coastal division, as a "pig teammate", was defeated without a single blow, and there was no such thing as a dog chasing a rabbit. Just as Patton and Montgomery commanded the 160,000 US-UK landing army to take 3,200 warships and transport ships, and forcibly landed in the southwest and southeast of Sicily under the cover of 1,000 aircraft, they were discovered by the "link dogs" who were filming the film crew who were taking advantage of the storm to maintain order on the set.

The alarm sounded at first across the coast, and the flares rushed to illuminate the beach. This was a preview before almost all outdoor shootings. Those who are proficient cannot be more proficient.

As expected, the brief blank in his mind, the Italian Coast Division soldier almost subconsciously pulled the trigger. That's right, it was not turning around and escaping, but pulling the trigger!

The bursting line of fire rushed towards the beach landing craft.

"Shoot, shoot. Defend Sicily and defend Italy!" The only line he recited was immediately blurted out.

Almost at the same time, he chased a bunch of strong light. The dense line of fire flashed backwards from the sea from the beach. The beach guards and the beach snatched the troops exchanged fierce fire. The trenches poked out of the front camera, raised their pistols and shouted to "defend Italy" and were shot dead immediately.

"Ah!" A brief scream and the shattered corpse frightened the surrounding photographers. The commotion immediately began to spread in the trenches nearby used to lay photography tracks. However, those who were so panicked that they rushed out of the trenches were swept to death as soon as they showed up, and were shot to death by guns, and were then covered in flesh and blood.

A human being was still intact one second ago, but a pile of rotten meat was turned into a pile of rotten meat in a second. The bloody scene suddenly shocked everyone.

"Director, director, hurry up, go, hurry up and find the director--" A scene record wearing thick myopia glasses was crying and howling at the top of his throat. Suddenly, he heard a "bang!" sound and was shot dead on the spot.

Following the still smoking gun, I saw the shooting scene, which was the fully armed "chain dog" - a battlefield military policeman who maintained the discipline on the set.

"The director didn't call for a stop, so he kept filming."

"What...? What the hell?!" Another filming team member's only remaining reason was also defeated by his colleague who fell to death: "This is war, not filming! Why do you, an inhuman mad dog, shoot your colleague who you spend every day?!"

"He is crazy. And you are soon." The battlefield military police rushed down the guns and stood straight in the trenches of artillery fire on all sides: "The head of state will see a great movie. A very real grand performance, an empire hymn with flesh and steel. And we are all lucky people who wrote this hymn."

"..." When talking about the head of state, everyone changed their expressions instantly.

"Listen to the sound of gunfires around you, and the last line shouted in Italian. If our life is destined to be the end of a tragedy, then please make a great movie to be remembered or despised." This idiot who looks useless and has no sense of drama in his daily life and death, is actually full of rich plot appeal.

As expected, acting yourself well is the best performance.

Just as the crew was calming down and everyone was in their place, the Venetian director wrapped in a bathrobe, who was carried by a convertible photography vehicle transformed from a military vehicle, arrived at the shooting site across Fire.

"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 to shoot, and gathered from all directions of photography.

He took a steel helmet and buckled it on his forehead. Director Giovanni was directly put into the hidden shooting trenches by his assistants. People were constantly blown away by shells falling nearby along the way, but Director Giovanni sat on the director's chair without any injuries.

The head of state is here, this is a fucking miracle!

"Ahh! The sneaky British guy." Spit off the smoke skin you bit off and lighted the cigar first. Director Giovanni rushed to the crew members who gathered around him and spit out a thick smoke: "War is never our responsibility. Our responsibility is to find a bloody curtain of our own bloody killing of mankind. Use our way to record, describe, and create. Good and bad, justice and evil, or just a trivial blood flower blooming in the chest in the sad and happy life."

"Director, will we win?" An art worker who served 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 a single ticket for Finney. Because art and life are never quantified, they cannot be priced."

"Okay, okay, all the great artists, let's finish the 30 Finney work first." Director Giovanni, who threw away the cigarette butt and took the guide, shouted directly at the communication stations in the trenches: "The last scene of "The Great Battle"."

“Quiet on Set!”

“Roll camera!”

“Marker!”

“Start(Action)!”

A strange atmosphere spread and spread throughout the battlefield or "strange set". The Italian Coast Division, which "does nothing, can be the first in art", awakens from the depths of its blood as if contagious.

"The vanguard of British landings were piled up sandbags to defend themselves, and a few people drove them back to the Mediterranean to feed them."

"The stunt charge team requests to perform shooting tasks."

"Agree with the request. No close-ups, no lines to start the performance. Pay attention to each department, and the machine gun fire team supports it."

Accompanied by the bursting line of fire, agile figures leaped out of the trenches, like cheetahs in the dark, pounced on the enemy opposite.

"The Italians are here!" The beach rushing troops, who were quickly filling sandbags with their carrying engineer shovels, immediately warned: "Hurry, machine gunner!"

"Dadadada--" The temporarily raised heavy machine gun opened fire first.

As soon as he rushed to the beach, the charger who had time to throw grenades was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

The Italian Coast Division soldiers who rushed to the front fell to the ground first.

Before the Allied machine gunners could take a breath, these chargers, covered in bullet holes, sat up strangely?

"..." The entire beach was silent.

He looked down at the two layers of pig skin on his chest that were penetrated by bullets. The one that was bleeding must be the chicken blood bag sandwiched between the pig skin. In order to prevent the senior makeup artist from pursuing extreme reality, he lit firecrackers to make the warriors who were shot in front of the camera burst into pieces. The cunning Italian extras secretly put a steel plate under the pig skin that was pulled out of the bulletproof vest. As a result, they accidentally hit the machine gun and survived.

However, the chargers who awakened the "strange desire to perform" from the depths of their blood know that falling down and pretending to be dead at this time is useless except wasting film. In previous filming, due to the "zombie fraud" performance that was unable to be edited under such panoramic shots, many extras who were scolded by directors with loudspeakers could only grit their teeth to stand up in order to make up for it. With a fearless courage, a feat of heroic sacrifice and unstoppable death was performed with the "serious injury but not off the line of fire" that was in line with the logic of the film.

"Charge, charge! Defend Sicily and defend Italy!" The passionate lines that blurted out immediately echoed across the beach.

"Machine gunner, shoot, shoot!"

The dumb heavy machine gun was half a beat slower to shoot again. The Italian extras who were still flying in the rain of bullets rushed into the beach position. They raised the Beretta M1938 submachine gun filled with live ammunition in their hands and shot angrily.

It's the same whether you aim at such a close range or not.
Chapter completed!