My own war game

Chapter 76 you jump i jump!

London, Prime Minister's residence, screening room.

A "movie" was playing on the white screen, which was filled with smoke. From time to time, one could see planes diving back and forth in the sky, and huge columns of water splashed by bombs.

Prime Minister Churchill was sitting in the first row of the audience, behind him was Vice Admiral Bertram Ramsay, Information Minister Brendan Bracken, and heads of other departments.

The film cameras in 1940 could already play sound, but the quality was quite poor and there was a lot of noise.

At the same time, because the photographer has to keep dodging, the camera shakes from time to time.

But even so, the audience can still feel the intensity of the battle in the "movie" and the great danger faced by the filmmakers.

Cough cough cough~~~
The screening room was filled with smoke. The chain-smoking Churchill was already lighting his second cigar. Information Minister Brendan Bracken kept coughing, but no one dared to make any comments.

Even if you want to make suggestions, you have to wait until he leaves office.

"What do you think?" Churchill asked the people around him after exhaling a puff of smoke.

"The camera used to take the photos is a bit old and the image quality is not good..." said a technician.

"The audio is messy and there's a lot of noise..." another person echoed.

"Amateur filming skills, sometimes the camera shakes..." the Minister of Information added, but he immediately followed up with a "but!"

"But the sense of reality is so great that I bet there will never be another photographer who dares to raise his camera when facing a Stuka dive!"

"So what? What is your conclusion?" Churchill asked.

“You can try to publicize it to the public, and it should have a positive effect.” Brendan Bracken nodded affirmatively.

Upon hearing this, Banks, who was working as a projectionist, could hardly contain his joy.

My God, my film is going to be shown to all citizens of the United Kingdom! He could feel every cell in his body screaming.

"Please wait a moment!" A voice broke Banks' fantasy. He turned around and found that it was his "employee", Asian Kevin.

"Young man, do you have anything to say?" Churchill was very interested in this Oriental man who shot down two planes alone, and his tone was very tolerant.

"Sir, with all due respect, this kind of direct publicity may not lead to a large number of people joining the rescue work, and may even deter some people because of the dangerous battles." He Chi stepped forward and said.

Banks almost wanted to pounce on him and cover his mouth.

"Oh? Tell me what you think?" Churchill stood up, and Bracken beside him also showed an interested expression.

"With proper editing and processing, cut out the overly bloody parts, and then make up a story to stuff it in, allowing the masses to empathize and ultimately achieve the goal of sharing a common hatred of the enemy." He Chi handed over a newly written manuscript.

Bracken took it and took a look. "Hmm? It's a script? The story... looks good. There's also a theme song? I think I understand what you mean. You plan to adapt the documentary into a movie, but the time is too tight..."

Bracken didn't say the following words, but his meaning was very clear: by the time you finish filming and promote it, the 300,000 people on the other side should have been thrown into German prisoner-of-war camps.

"We don't need to shoot in large quantities. We can just do a few key shots and then splice them together, and introduce a lot of narration instead of dialogue. These tasks can be done by multiple groups together, and it can be completed in one to two days!" He Chi put forward his idea. Churchill looked at Bracken, who nodded slightly, meaning that it was feasible to a certain extent.

Half of London's film industry professionals were pulled out of bed that night.

"The editing team, the splicing team, the narration team, and Barakon also brought in a small band based on the music score provided by He Chi. The most important protagonists are Camille and Jason."

The couple was pulled out in a daze, and shot the only set of shots and recited the only line on the Dandelion docked on the shore.

24 hours later, He Chi boarded the Little Youmin again.

When he left the port, a huge stage had been set up - as soon as the final editing was completed, this was where the fastest-made movie in history would be shown to all the citizens.

"I don't care what happens next." After saying this, the Little Wanderer carrying He Chi disappeared into the morning mist again.

"What's going on over there? Are they conducting an exercise?" a citizen asked.

"Haven't you heard? The government is going to show open-air movies, and everyone can watch for free."

More and more citizens gathered in front of the stage, and when night fell, lights were projected onto the screen.

At the beginning, there was the blue sea, the flying seagulls, and the ship sailing away.

boom! ! !
bang bang bang! ! !
The sound of dense machine gun and artillery fire was heard, and the camera turned to show a devastated beach and thousands of soldiers.

Narrator: This is a story that happened three days ago...

Below are all local battlefield documentary photos of Dunkirk. The editor cut out the shots where Camille and Captain Jason appear separately.

Helu Camille is a British nurse, and Austin Jason is a French army officer, people from two different countries. (Truthfully)

Under the guidance of fate, they met in Dunkirk and fell in love. (This is pure nonsense. The couple has been married for ten years.)
Then there are documentary images, interspersed with many shots of nurses rescuing the wounded. Camille's friendly features and her outfit as a battlefield nurse made the audience very fond of their own English girl.

In comparison, Jason is a little inferior. After all, he is an old man in his forties and his appearance can only be described as average. Fortunately, there are not many shots of him, and most of them are when he is communicating with Camille.

The low voice of the narrator intervenes, probably introducing that Jason persuades his lover to leave, and Camille repeatedly postpones the time of leaving for the safety of the wounded.

Through editing, large shots of gunfire were interspersed between the two people's conversation, creating an extremely tense and oppressive feeling, and the audience couldn't help but worry for the beautiful heroine.

In the end, the heroine boarded the Dandelion, while her lover was on the adjacent Little Traveler, and the two looked at each other from afar.

Boom! The scene of the mine exploding brought the plot to a climax (because of the poor sound quality, the explosion sound was added by the editor)

There were successive explosions near the Dandelion, and there was a danger of capsizing. The heroine was in danger, and some of the audience members were too afraid to watch and closed their eyes.

The male protagonist drove the boat alone to save his beloved despite the danger. The two hugged each other tightly at the bow of the boat. German planes roared in and bullets rained all around. The only way to survive was the small boat below. (This photo was later processed and posed on the Dandelion)
The two people hugged each other tightly and said that only line.

"You jump I jump!"

(End of this chapter)