Life's a stage, and it's all about the acting!
No mighty armies!
Just a bunch of extras!
No swirling winds carrying the dust of wolves, no iron-clad calvaries invoking fear across thousands of miles like a tiger!
Just riding on a wooden horse cart, pretending to charge bravely at the enemy, galloping forward!
"Drive~ Drive~ Drive~"
"Brothers! Charge! Kill!"
Wu Jie rode the wooden horse, his left hand pulling the reins, his right gripping the spear tightly.
He tried his best to immerse himself in the role, depicting a valiant general leading his troops out to face the enemy at the border.
Of course.
It was already the fourth take.
The first time.
Wu Jie mounted the 'warhorse' on the flatbed cart, which was actually just like the fake wooden horses in amusement parks, only made more delicately, but seeing the 'soldiers' played by the extras riding on green wooden sticks was too much to handle.
So as soon as the shooting started, he burst into laughter.
