âThe Expeditionary Army?â
He Guojin was somewhat astonished; he had never previously approached Xu Qingyan to discuss a script.
After all, he had been busy preparing a sub-venue for the Spring Festival gala and couldnât afford to be distracted. Calling Xu Qingyan over this time didnât have any special purpose; it was a spur of the moment idea.
Thinking that this young man closely matched his own taste and was familiar with Ji Shiâan and Group Leader Lu, He Guojin felt that inviting him wouldnât be awkward and might even liven up the atmosphere.@@novelbin@@
âMm.â Xu Qingyan, seeing all three big shots looking at him, couldnât help but nod his head.
âOh~this angle is quite novel.â Ji Shiâan faintly remembered this piece of history, not remembering where he had read about it, it seemed like a brief section in a history book.
âI know this part of history, the Burma Road.â Lu Liangshengâs eyes shone brightly, his body straightened up, suddenly interested, âhow did you come up with this?â
He Guojinâs own knowledge base was not weak. Even though he hadnât gone into detail to study the history of the Expeditionary Army, he still had a certain understanding of it.
âHmm, this story background is pretty good. Currently, there are not many movies or TV dramas about this part of history. You could almost say there are none, but the entry point is too broad.â
This project was still theirs, he was responsible for leading the script creation, Ji Shiâan was in charge of filming, and Lu Liangsheng was head of production.
The subject matter had already been circled; in fact, He Guojin himself also had some ideas. He just wasnât very clear, wanting to create a script that neither tore apart the enemy by hand nor portrayed a War God.
However, creativity is often unpredictable. It was uncertain what kind of script they might end up with; it all depended on the people, and having good scriptwriters gathered at one table was essential.
âWhat are your thoughts? Letâs hear them.â Ji Shiâan lit up a cigarette.
Lu Liangsheng and Ji Shiâan exchanged glances, neither expecting the newcomer Xu Qingyan to suddenly produce a script, it being the New Year and all; they were just listening for ideas.
âLeaders, then Iâll speak.â Xu Qingyan took in a deep breath, perhaps to show seriousness, he deliberately stood up to speak, âThis piece of history occurred in Dianzhouâ¦â
Back then, Neon discovered they couldnât defeat Xia in three months, so they switched to a vicious tactic of a sea blockade. At that time, the nationâs defense industry was underdeveloped. Some people were without equipment.
With all sea trade routes cut off, it was impossible to support a protracted war. Put simply, Neon had planned on national extinction from the start.
Xia, isolated and unaided, then turned to seek the construction of the Burma Road, crossing Mia directly to the Indian Ocean. In this way, they could receive material support from overseas.
Two hundred thousand people of Dian used their flesh and blood to build the Burma Road, creating a lifeline for supplies that, over three years, continuously transported vast quantities of materials.
The story draws from the background of Neon invading the southern part of Mian, directly threatening the Burma Road. Should this place fall, Xia would be beyond redemption.
At the same time, on another battlefield in the world, the Allied Forces also suffered defeat after defeat. It wasnât just Xia that needed a victorious battle; the world needed one as well.
It was for this reason the expedition began.
Xu Qingyan didnât speak of the story itself; what he described at the table was from the historical documentaries in the film library. While the story originated from history, it couldnât follow history exactly.
But first, he needed to convince the three leaders present to adopt this subject matter.
In terms of the subjectâs authenticity, the country had already produced the atomic bomb trilogy, and in terms of significance, there were already quite a few movies about the anti-assistance theme.
The advantage of this subject matter was the necessity to film it, as it hadnât been done before. In a way, by recounting history first, Xu Qingyan was delineating the necessity of choosing this subject matter.
In fact, in terms of story, Xu Qingyan could choose âSnow Leopardâ or âBright Sword.â
He had read both scripts; Snow Leopard was definitely going to be a hit. But a hit was all it would be, and He Guojin might not be satisfied with just that. âBright Swordâ wasnât bad either; if it didnât work, they could switch.
He had made plans for both outcomes, as to why he recommended âMy Battalion Commander, My Regimentâ first. Because of the political implications of He Guojinâs position, they carried greater weight than the entertainment value.
It canât be denied that âMy Battalion Commander, My Regimentâ had humor only in the first few episodes. What followed was extensive depression and heaviness, with endless death.
But he believed that the historical background of the theme should suit the appetites of the three giants.
Xu Qingyan spoke continuously for about ten minutes; during this time, Ji Shiâan, Lu Liangsheng, and He Guojin lit up two cigarettes each, the room swirling with smoke.
To exaggerate a bit, if you hung a piece of pork in there, it would have been smoked on the spot.
âThatâs all I have to say for now; for the character script, Iâve only thought of a beginning.â Xu Qingyan said slowly, âAs for the specific plot, it still needs time to develop.â
Ji Shiâan appeared slightly stunned, his eyebrows tightly knitted.
âWonât it be too heavy?â
At this, Xu Qingyanâs eyelid twitched, thinking that it was indeed the case. The Battalion Commander⦠couldnât possibly make a light-hearted drama, create a historical nihilism, a complete military victory.
Indeed, that battle was not about constant death, victory was won at the painful cost of superior equipment and a casualty ratio of one to six. In the plot, the cannon fodder also kept dying.
âThe heaviness is all the more reason it must be brought to light. We canât simplyâ¦â He Guojinâs cigarette was about to burn down to his fingers, but he seemed unaware, his brow furrowed as he said.
âWe canât simply forget them because of failure, brutality, or heaviness.â
Hearing this, Xu Qingyan said nothing.
It seemed like there might be a chance or it might not matter anyway; the decision wasnât up to him. If the leaders didnât like something too heavy, then they would switch to something else, or just not bother at all.
âWe should film it, right? Weâve got to show the reality of those who truly existed and then simply vanished.â Lu Liangsheng said hesitantly, âLetâs go and inspect the location first.â
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