Huayu started from the Three Kingdoms period

It was already afternoon when the bus arrived at the Yunnan-Burma Anti-Japanese War Museum.

Everyone was drowsy on the way, but Xu Ying was the first to regain his energy and got off the bus. As soon as he got off, he saw Yuan Fei carrying a backpack, chatting and laughing with Liu Weiwei.

Xu Ying stepped forward, smiling and revealing her bright white teeth: "Teacher Yuan, it's been a long time."

Hearing the voice, Yuan Fei turned around, glanced at Xu Ying first, and then asked with some doubt, "Are you a local tour guide? Have we met before?"

Xu Ying: "???"

"Hahaha, even Xu Yingren doesn't recognize you anymore." Duan Yihong got out of the car, clutching his stomach and laughing loudly. "I'm dying of laughter, you local."

The actors behind couldn't help but laugh, and then looked around at the people next to them.

They really do look like locals; they all have dark skin, and you can't tell what they originally looked like at all.

Laughter filled the air.

Yuan Fei's gaze swept across everyone's faces. Her eyes widened, her mouth gradually opened, and she stretched out a finger, waving it from side to side, clearly in disbelief.

Liu Weiwei was also dumbfounded. Was this a training trip or an escape?

This was the first time Yuan Fei had seen Xu Ying in a month, and her eyes were filled with disbelief as she looked at him.

Where did that handsome guy with great looks go?

What about Leon Lai? What about Pai Koo?

"No... I'm sorry, Ms. Xu, I really didn't recognize you." Yuan Fei said apologetically.

"It's alright, it just means the director's arrangement was quite successful." Xu Ying's face seemed to darken a bit more, but he waved his hand, looking indifferent.

Yuan Fei nodded mechanically, then looked at Zhang Yi, whose hair was styled like a bird's nest, and said, "Teacher Zhang Yi, you..."

Zhang Yi grinned and said, "Are you trying to say I look like a beggar?"

"We all looked like beggars. If the director hadn't brought us here, we would definitely have been kicked out of the museum, hahaha," Duan Yihong joked.

"You guys aren't going there to train, you're practically going there to get disfigured," Liu Weiwei chuckled, covering her mouth.

Zhang Guoqiang walked over, put his arm around Duan Yihong's neck, and sighed, "Let's not talk about it anymore. At least we survived."

Liu Weiwei chuckled and turned her gaze to Xu Ying, somewhat surprised, her impression of this young junior had changed considerably.

Liu Weiwei couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Xu Ying. As far as she knew, there probably weren't many young actors willing to make such a sacrifice.

He's the kind of actor who could easily win with his looks, but chooses to rely on his talent.

Liu Weiwei praised, "There aren't many young actors like you who put in this much effort. Keep it up!"

Hmm... does this mean she's changed her opinion of herself?

Xu Ying smiled and replied, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Just then, Gazi overheard Liu Weiwei and Xu Ying's conversation as he walked by. A look of confusion crossed his dark face, and he asked the person next to him, "Aren't I a young actor?"

Liu Tianzuo and Wang Wang shook their heads slightly, then each pulled Ga Zi away, one on each side.

"Hmm... Gazi, you're an actor."

"Am I not young?"

"You're young, but you're also an excellent actor."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

In this short period of time, the photographer captured all of these materials.

The director should like these interactions.

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The Yunnan-Burma Anti-Japanese War Museum is China's first privately-run museum dedicated to the theme of the War of Resistance against Japan.

It officially opened on July 7, 2005, which was a special day.

The Yunnan-Burma Campaign was the first battle in modern Chinese history in which the Chinese people drove the invaders out of the country.

The guide walked ahead, explaining as she went, pointing to the bloodstained helmet, the list of fallen soldiers, and fragments of the city wall behind the glass.

Her voice was heavy. "The siege of Tengchong lasted 43 days. The expeditionary force suffered 9168 deaths and more than 1.8 casualties. About 6000 enemy soldiers were killed. The ancient city was reduced to ashes, and the soldiers fought hand-to-hand from house to house."

"In the Battle of Songshan, the casualty ratio was approximately 6.2:1. The Expeditionary Force suffered 7773 casualties and annihilated 1280 enemy soldiers. Entire battalions and companies of the troops were wiped out."

"During the retreat from the Savage Mountain, about 3 of Du Yuming's troops died from rainforest, miasma, hunger, and leeches. Of the 5 troops who entered Burma, only 1 survived, and the roadsides were littered with corpses."

The Hump airlift route, which resulted in the loss of 611 aircraft and the deaths of 3168 pilots, was known as the "Death Route."

Throughout the entire Yunnan-Burma and western Yunnan resistance war, the Expeditionary Force suffered approximately 6.7 casualties, while the military and civilian casualties in western Yunnan exceeded 20, and the Japanese army suffered only about 2.1 casualties.

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Heavy, sorrowful, silent.

This is how everyone present felt.

Kang Honglei let out a long breath, "This is truly a case of every inch of our land being bought with blood."

"Our choice was correct, and we didn't make a mistake," Lan Xiaolong said forcefully.

This wasn't their first time here, but each visit brought them a different experience.

I heard sobbing nearby; it was Liu Weiwei and Yuan Fei.

Xu Ying found some tissues and handed them over.

"Thank you..." Yuan Fei said softly, her eyes already brimming with tears. "We must not forget history."

"We must not forget them," Xu Ying sighed.

Xu Ying's gaze swept across the faces of the others, revealing a mixture of heaviness, grief, anger, and calmness.

Duan Yihong's face was expressionless; he seemed to have said something, yet he also seemed to have said nothing at all.

Everyone's gaze was firm, filled with confidence in the drama, which is exactly what the director wanted to see.

However, being a director, Kang Honglei thought things through more deeply.

Outside the museum.

Everyone was in a low mood, including Kang Honglei. He frowned, but decided to stick to the original plan.

"If you were their comrades..." Kang Honglei began slowly, "but... now only you have survived..."

The air in the room seemed to freeze, becoming even more oppressive.

The actors' expressions froze, especially the members of the cannon fodder group. They were all actors, and they were gradually getting used to their roles during this time.

Kang Honglei's words were undoubtedly extremely damaging.

Yuan Fei could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Gazi, Li Chen, Wang Wang, and the others behind them remained silent.

Xu Ying felt his throat was blocked, and at that moment he felt an overwhelming sense of despair that was so great it was suffocating.

Teacher Luo Jingmin sighed, "Let's go, let's go see them."

Everyone got into the car, and the vehicle slowly drove towards the National Cemetery for Martyrs.

Inside the National Cemetery for Martyrs, the crew members, as well as Xu Ying, Duan Yihong, Zhang Yi, and others, were all dressed in dark clothing.

A light drizzle was falling.

Give flowers and salute.

The silence speaks.

After leaving the National Cemetery, the director took everyone to a restaurant for a meal. Tomorrow, they would focus on filming.

Drinking, drinking, and more drinking.

The frustration in my heart was building up, and only drinking could suppress it.

Kang Honglei's move was too ruthless; even Lan Xiaolong shook his head in disbelief.

Everyone vented their emotions freely. Xu Ying hugged Wang Daqi and Gazi and loudly cursed the Japanese devils.

When Ga Zi was a teenager filming "Little Soldier Zhang Ga," he already had that feeling of helplessness.

As the alcohol took effect, Duan Yihong and Zhang Guoqiang burst into tears. Both of them had always presented themselves as tough guys.

The group concluded their training, which lasted less than a month, with a drunken outing.

The next day, in the morning.

Filming has begun for "My Chief and My Regiment".