When "Raging" was about to be completed, summer's footsteps were quietly completed.

I remember when they were just preparing for the crew, it was just summer. In the blink of an eye, the whole season was over.

Full of golden yellow, the harvesting atmosphere is already driving away the slightly hot climate.

Somewhere in Australia, the shooting venue built by the crew is re-setting.

Lehman sat behind the monitor, looking through the storyboard script to see what needs to be adjusted.

It is best to determine the lighting and photography techniques of each lens in advance so that you can communicate with Thomas and others.

There are also props and actors' positions...

In short, you must have a clear idea of ​​the details of these shootings.

I was busy until 9:30 in the morning before the setting of the venue was roughly prepared.

The atmosphere on the set was very relaxed, and even the department head reported the situation to Lehman, there was a smile on his face.

Yes, as long as we end the last few shots of today, we can rest without any physical and mentality, and everyone's always tense nerves can finally relax.

"Let's start." He said to the scene record.

"Act 132, the first mirror, once."

“action”

With the crisp sound of hitting the board, the crew immediately started to run.

*******

The "Sergeant" and Norman sat together in blood. The two of them were surprisingly consistent and very calm. Only their violently beating hearts were still proclaiming their existence.

The impetuous and chaotic breath was flowing, and the shouts and commands of the soldiers from time to time came from the side.

They were searching, searching both of them.

The sergeant turned his head and glanced at Norman. The young man who was once young had transformed into a qualified soldier.

He tried hard to squeeze out a smile, but his face was too stiff and he had long lost the right to smile.

The sergeant's dissonant posture and vision attracted Norman.

He also deflected his head.

A pair of eyes revealed a sense of ruthlessness, and the unsparing blood on their face was like a wolf eating, and was still wary of the surroundings.

Just a breathing gap that touched each other, the footsteps coming from outside became more and more intense.

"They are coming."

Norman said calmly.

He is no longer good at speaking, and his mature behavior makes people feel distressed.

What is hidden in the green age is the indifference to life and death, including the enemy, and also towards oneself.

The sharp feeling is like a tight string. If you are not careful, you will want to cut the enemy's throat.

The Sgt. Seeing all this, he was a little dazed. When did he become like this?

The first time to kill the enemy? The first time to go to the battlefield? The first time to see the sacrifice of a companion? Or what about it?

The steps outside were getting closer and closer, and the soldiers seemed to enjoy the feeling of cat catching rats.

It was obvious that we could search everywhere, but we still concentrated on searching.

Well, it's because they have caused very heavy casualties to each other.

They were scared.

The smell of blood was floating in the air, which almost made people unimaginable that this was the scene of the battle between the two teams.

The Furious tank was blown up, and the Bible was the first to fall down. Their team was ordered to garrison here, but they didn't expect that reinforcements came from behind.

Oh, it's not just a reinforcement, a team of half a young man. Germany is really crazy. They call on everyone to go to the battlefield, no matter the elderly, weak, women and children, and it seems that they are really implementing this slogan.

Quietness and chaos form a suppressed tension, which roars and stretches out to tell everyone the absurdity of fighting.

Blood splatters everywhere, making people feel cold.

The team finally found them.

But the soldiers who discovered them first did not kill them with guns, but instead shouted with joy.

Norman was idle and picked up the Colt pistol.

"Bang." The gunshots are more pleasant than people's shouts.

The leader of the ** team looked at the two of them condescendingly, and was extremely proud.

He tried hard to show his authority, but his figure was so young, just like a joke.

The sergeant looked kind and did not take these soldiers seriously.

His hands and feet were embedded in pieces by the "iron fist" that suddenly exploded, and they could not use any force at all.

Originally, he was going to die with the Bible and others, but Norman's sudden divine power made the team afraid and made him survive until now.

But that's it.

It's a pity that Norman is still young.

Who says life is not impermanence?

The sergeant thought with emotion that he used his left hand that could move slightly to pull the hidden grenade on his waist.

If you want to capture prisoners, go to dream.

The captain of the **Squad was standing stupidly, and saw an explosion sounding.

Nothing, nothing...

Lehman called out the picture he had just shot, watched it several times, and after being satisfied and confirmed it, he stood up, faced the expectant eyes of the crew, picked up the speaker and shouted loudly: "I announce. "Furious". Final filming."

One word is shouted out at a time, full of momentum.

The temporary set was set up, and everyone immediately cheered.

Yes, it's over, and his third work has been completed, and Lehman only feels that his body is getting lighter.

All the past has finally come to an end.

"Thank you for your hard work, Thomas." Lehman walked to the center of the set and said to Thomas who was holding the camera.

"I don't work hard, I love this feeling, but you seem to be very tired and have dark circles coming out." Thomas hugged Lehman heavily and said, "I want to work with you all the time, man."

Leman was stunned for a moment, and then patted Thomas on the back with his hand, "Of course, you will always be a member of my team."

"Just," Lehman let go and quipped, "The work is not over yet. There is more editing work in the later stages. You won't say that just because you want to run away, right?"

Thomas smiled, "Yes, I know, I am a real soldier and will not escape on the battlefield."

“Like Norman?”

"Yes."

Leman smiled and patted Thomas's ass, genuine leather.

After greeting each crew member cordially, Lehman ran to the actors to remove makeup.

"How is it? Everyone, are you still working hard?"

Heath Ledger and Nicholas Cage were chatting, watching Leman come over, smile at each other, and hold his hand.

"What do you think?"

"I'm all dirty."

The two of them said, and gradually started to laugh again.

"It was great." Lehman said.

Nicholas Cage recalled the performance just now and was once immersed in the plot.

Comrades, it's so good.

The filming was over, and the crew was tidying up the set in an excited mood.

Organize shooting equipment, organize scattered props, organize...

The crew did not pack up until the sun moved to the west and the wireless approached the highest point.

Seal all the equipment and filming films, everyone took their own business car and returned to a hotel that was packaged in a small town in Australia.

"George," Lehman said, "the film material is temporarily placed in the warehouse of the camera studio... Oh, by the way, if you have time, you can find someone to copy one first. If you prepare a copy, prevent accidents."

"Okay, I'll notice."

"Oh, are there any remaining funds for shooting?"

“There are, there are still many.”

"So that's it, I'll give the members of the shooting team a red envelope to see the situation. Also, I'm going to organize a final banquet. Do you think it's held here, or go back?"
To be continued...