[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

It was the first time for Lin Xi to attend the premiere ceremony, and he was a little uncomfortable with the hustle and bustle. Fortunately, he was just an inconspicuous newcomer. He followed the crowd and took some photos. A bright smiling face was enough.

After the film introduction, interviews with guests, leaders' speeches, etc., it's time to watch the movie.

Lin Xi is still very interested in this. He knows almost nothing about this story except that his character is named "A Li".He was also curious about what he looked like on the screen.

"Vertical and Horizontal" is a fictitious historical story. The background is that Qin Shihuang unified the six kingdoms. This is the first one. It is unknown how many more there will be in the future. (This is a fan story in a different world, do not compare with historical facts)

The themes of the story are conspiracy and war. From the very beginning, the whole world is heavy and depressing. Everyone's face seems to be shrouded in a shadow, and their words echo in a low voice.

This is a world where everyone is walking on eggshells.

Qin Zheng, who was hostage in Handan with his father, was finally abandoned in this endless conspiracy. His father returned to Xianyang, Qin Zheng's mother and son were hunted down by the furious King Zhao, and they hid in Tibet all day long, panicking.

Qin Zheng's childhood was spent in this ups and downs. A few years later, his grandfather ascended the throne and his father was crowned prince. The 16-year-old Qin Zheng was finally able to stand in the sun, but his identity was still a precarious one.

A few minutes after the movie started, Xiao Rui's magnified handsome face finally appeared on the screen. Under the skillful hands of the makeup artist, that face looked green and gloomy, but still suffocatingly handsome.

In the bleak autumn wind, Qin Zheng, a young man who came to study, walked indifferently on the mountain road, and then suddenly the mountain turned around, and the eyes suddenly opened up, as if the whole world was lit up... When Qin Zheng was slightly lost in the scene in front of him, he suddenly noticed someone Practice your sword in this suddenly lit world.

Under the tree with withered branches and leaves, the young man in white clothes flutters and his long hair flutters, beautiful like a dynamic picture.

There is no freeze frame, no close-up... But every movement seems to be automatically replayed, passing through people's hearts over and over again. It is not a dance, but it is more moving than the most beautiful dance. That simple wooden stick seems to be in the hands of a young man. Turned into an indestructible sharp blade, a simple slash and stab is more chilling than this rustling autumn wind.

However, the young man who used the swordsmanship that made Qiu Feng chill, gave people the feeling of being casual and even leisurely in every move. This feeling was terribly contradictory and terribly fascinating.

The sound of breathing at the scene stopped, and everyone stared at the young man who couldn't even see his face on the screen with almost greedy eyes. There were only two words in his heart - so beautiful.

Wishing him to stop so I could see his face clearly, and wishing he could keep dancing like this, never stop.

Qin Zheng was standing on the mountain road, his face still indifferent, but his slightly widened eyes and slightly rapid breathing all showed the shock in his heart.

The sword-dancing boy finally stopped, revealing a face that could satisfy people's imagination. The delicate and picturesque features, immature and ignorant expression, formed a strong contrast with the fierceness of the previous sword practice, which made people want to sharpen with excitement. Call.

The boy curiously looked sideways at the stranger standing on the mountain path, with a pair of quiet and clear eyes, as if they had drifted away from the entire time and space.

One thousand years at a glance.

Qin Zheng's lips twitched, but he didn't speak.

……

Qin Zheng and Zhao Gongzili, who had succeeded in their studies, became classmates.

Take classes, read books, and doze off together.

He took care of everything by himself in the mountain residence. It was the first time for Qin to light a fire and cook by himself. It was easy to light the fire, and the smoked one was about to flee when he was drenched by a bucket of water in front of him.With a blank face, he bypassed the dumbfounded boy carrying the bucket and left.

Qin Zheng was eating the rice cooked by the young man, devouring it as if he had never eaten enough in his life, but there was no expression on his face.

He didn't take advantage of others for nothing, so he got up before dawn the next day. After tossing and tossing countless times, he finally managed to cook a bowl of food, and poked the boy who was still lying in bed awake with a blank face.

The young man looked at the bowl of food with indistinguishable ingredients, hesitated and hesitated, and finally decided to live up to the kindness of his new classmate, and ate the food with a sad face.The chopsticks poked and poked, and the small face was so wronged that he wanted to peek at Qin Zheng's face, which made the audience laugh for the first time.

The years in the mountains are as quiet as poetry, but the conspiracy outside the mountains is still unfolding around the teenagers in the mountains.

People's tense emotions can only be relieved when they see the innocent and ignorant boy in the mountain, but because of the approaching conspiracy, they are deeply hanging in their hearts.

Among the many conspiracies, there are bits and pieces of the mountains interspersed.

A smile gradually appeared on Qin Zheng's indifferent face.

After repeated defeats on the chessboard, he was abused by teenagers to the point where his body was bruised.

He practiced sword under the guidance of the boy, got knocked down again and again and got up again.

Finally won the right to enter the kitchen, and can help the boy feed the firewood and deliver things while cooking.

Because he felt neglected, he retaliated by watering the young man's flowers with salt water, but he was caught straight.

Playing with the boy on the snow, carrying the boy home with a satisfied smile on his back...

Each picture warms everyone's heart.

However, parting would come eventually, the boy dozed off while sitting on the threshold, Qin Zheng took off his cloak and put it on him, and sat beside him.

The young man opened his sleepy eyes and smiled vaguely at Qin Zheng.

"A Li, I'm leaving," Qin Zheng said with sadness in his voice, "Father has ascended the throne and wants to take me back to the country. But my brother bribed the people around King Zhao, and convinced King Zhao to kill me... ..."

"A Li, will you miss me after I leave?"

"A Li, when I become king, I will come to pick you up, okay? At that time, we will still be the same as now... Anyway, King Zhao doesn't like you, it's better not to have such a father..."

"However, my father is not strong enough. When he left, he didn't even tell my mother and I to kiss..."

Qin Zheng babbled, but did not get any response. He turned his head a little annoyed, but saw a little face sleeping soundly, so the anger on his face turned into helplessness, sighed, and gently stretched out his hand to relieve the sleeping man. The young man pushed back the messy hair on his cheeks, and looked down at him for a long time: "A Li..."

The camera followed Qin Zheng to leave the valley, and the scene seemed to darken suddenly, and the rhythm was so fast that it was breathless. Various forces came and went, fighting wits and courage, and various conspiracies followed one after another, full of a sense of urgency.

The critical moment finally arrived. Qin Zheng and his party, who had finally left Handan after going through hardships, had just heaved a sigh of relief, but when they heard the sound of "Duo", the slave who had just shown a relaxed smile held the sharp arrow that pierced his chest, and his eyes widened. Down.

"ambush!"

"run!"

"Protect the son!"

Several shouts were issued almost simultaneously, and the scene became bloody and chaotic.

Under the escort of more than a dozen entourages, Qin Zheng rushed to the planned retreat route, but the enemies continued to appear, and the people around him fell one by one.

Qin Zheng was panting like a cow, his eyes were red, he held the long sword in both hands, and slashed at each enemy like crazy, roaring like a beast.However, his eyes are blurred, his hands are sore, and he is about to lose the strength to stand up...

In desperation, there was suddenly no enemy around him. Qin Zheng was stunned for a moment, and looked around, only to find that there was another person beside him, a masked man in black and holding a sharp sword.

The masked man's swordsmanship was superb, and his strikes were like the wind, knocking down the enemies around Qin Zheng one by one, but he would never kill anyone.

Qin Zheng stared blankly at him, his remaining three subordinates jumped up ecstatically, dragged him and ran away, Qin Zheng ran back after being dragged for a few steps, standing on the In front of a wave of enemy men in black, he stretched out his hand in a daze and pulled away his face scarf. Then he got his wish and saw the smiling little face with curved brows and eyes, so a smirk appeared on his face.

The young man quickly pulled back the scarf, raised his sword and was about to meet the enemy behind him, but was grabbed by Qin Zheng, who pulled him and started to run together.

Although they were fleeing for their lives, the two ran so happily that even the audience smiled unconsciously.

However, the pursuers were still there, and no matter how fast a person ran, he could not beat a galloping horse.

Looking at the enemy who was close at hand, the young man shook off Qin Zheng's hand and turned around to rush forward. Qin Zheng stretched out his hand in panic, but only grabbed a piece of the young man's clothes. …

No one thought that in this cruel world, the first and most tragic battle would happen to this most indifferent young man.

The young man's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and the enemy's charge was cut off by him abruptly here. However, when everyone is tired, the young man who is able to do his job quickly becomes embarrassed. Scars, his movements are no longer agile, his body is no longer light, he falls exhausted again and again, and time and time again when people think he will never get up again, he pounces on the next enemy clumsily and tiredly.

The horse neighed and the sword clanged, but he never made a sound, never killed a single person.Just silent fighting, fighting...

He used all the means he could think of to stop the enemy at this mountain pass. There was no close-up, no slow motion. Their fighting rhythm was so fast that it made people breathless, but time was slow. Like a snail.

Everyone's hearts were clenched together.

Qin Zheng, who was running desperately, had just boarded the boat at this moment.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a scene that broke his heart and gallbladder: a lightning-like sharp arrow pierced the boy's upper body, and the scene became still and silent in an instant, Qin Zheng's roar was silent, and the soldier's screaming was silent ... The seated audience was also silent.

The feeling of wanting to roar loudly, wanting to explode, but being unable to make any sound, made everyone's hearts feel as if they were poured with hot lead juice.

As soon as the screen turned, the tall and majestic Zhao Wang casually threw away his longbow, and said coldly: "Nieve!"

The horse rushed towards the precarious young man standing in the middle of the mountain road, and the picture dimmed on a gradually enlarged horseshoe...

Qin Zheng's hoarse and frantic roar echoed throughout the world: "I will come back! I will kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Ah! Ah!"

……

When the screen turned on again, it was already in Xianyang.

Numerous conspiracies and schemes revolved around the position of Prince and King of Qin.Qin Zheng, who returned to Xianyang, seemed to have turned into a hungry wolf, tearing up all the visible and invisible enemies one by one, making the relatives around him terrified by the coldness.

Only in corners where no one was around, he would take out the skirt from his arms, with a tranced smile on his face.

In the picture, occasionally there will be a figure of the young boy A Li who disappears in a flash. He is hit by an arrow and trampled by a horse's hoof, but he is still alive.

Because of offending King Zhao, the once carefree young man was put in chains and thrown into the cold palace. However, his body seemed to be always full of sunshine without the slightest gloom.

In the summer, the boy lay on the ground, holding the rope in his hand, and tying sparrows in the deserted yard.

In winter, the boy opened the window and saw the sky full of snowflakes. He happily picked up the charcoal sticks and added a plum blossom to the nine-nine-pin cold map on the wall...

It's so beautiful, that's why when he encountered such a situation, when everyone saw his figure, they still couldn't help but smile on their faces.It's just that the blood scab on the boy's wrist and the never-ending cough will always make people feel sad and uneasy.

Three years passed in a blink of an eye, and Qin Zheng finally ascended the throne as emperor. The once young A Li had also grown into a picturesque young man, but his body was deteriorating and he coughed up blood all day long.

For several years, the flames of war never stopped. This year, Qin Zheng finally led the army and stood in front of the city where he had suffered so much humiliation.

The country is broken, the family is about to perish, and the entire Handan City is in despair.

King Zhao came to the cold palace, left the key, the long sword and cold words and left.

After a long time, the young man in white kneeling on the ground slowly stood up, picked up the long sword on the ground, and walked out slowly.

Under the setting sun, the figure of the young man dragging his long sword gradually became extremely chilling.

Outside the city, amidst the shouts that shook the sky, heavy rams hit the city gate again and again, and the overwhelmed city gate finally trembled and fell down.

After cheering, Qin soldiers rushed towards the city gate like a flood, but suddenly, this seemingly unstoppable flood was cut off by life.

A masked man in white stood at the gate of the city, his sword was as bright as snow, he killed one person with one sword, and there was no one alive under his sword. Behind him, more and more Zhao soldiers rushed out.

On the horseback, Qin Zheng's face was as indifferent as frost and snow. He slowly raised his long bow, drew it, and wound it...

"Ah! Don't! Don't!" There was an exclamation in the theater, and Lin Xi suddenly remembered that she was watching a movie.

The exclamation of the audience obviously had no power. With a sound of "Duo", the sharp arrow seemed to be pierced into the chest of the man in white as if it had just left Qin Zheng's hand, and it seemed to be pierced into the chest of everyone... The movement froze for an instant, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and then fell down quietly...

With a sound of "Wow", someone in the theater cried loudly.

Qin Zheng pointed his sword forward and galloped his horse, with thousands of troops behind him.

Qin Zheng was riding a horse, with an indifferent face, rushing towards the open city gate. The moment the horse's hoof fell on the body of the young man in white, everyone seemed to hear the sound of something breaking...

The high-spirited Qin Zheng rushed into Handan and the imperial palace, jumped off his steed, and rushed towards the cold palace briskly, with a happy smile on his face: "A Li, A Li, I'm here to pick you up... A Li? Ah Li!"

His smile was relaxed and cheerful, even joyful, but the audience looked at him with only pain and pity in their hearts.

No, no, still no!

The smile on Qin Zheng's face gradually turned into anxiety. After searching many places and asking many people, his expression suddenly changed and he rushed towards the city gate frantically.

Under the city gate, corpses piled up like a mountain, and the white figure lay quietly on the ground.

Qin Zheng's footsteps stopped abruptly and became extremely heavy. Like a prisoner on execution ground, dragging invisible shackles, he approached the figure step by step and knelt beside him.

After trying a few times, he grabbed the kerchief on the man's face tremblingly, and slowly pulled it down, just like three years ago, he gently pulled off the kerchief on the boy's face, and saw a smile The little face with crooked eyebrows...

That picturesque face was revealed little by little, with the same eyebrows, the same eyes, the same bridge of the nose, and the same lips... But it was stiff and cold, pale and dim, and he would never look at him again, never give him a smile. He responded halfway, with a smile.

Qin Zheng seemed to see the most terrifying thing in the world, screaming in fear after being greatly frightened...

The cry finally turned into a roar, like the last howl of a desperate beast, and then turned into a wild laugh, with tears streaming down his face.

I don't know how long it has passed, Qin Zheng got up, slowly picked up the young man's body, walked towards the city gate, but uttered two words as cold as ice: "Massacre of the city."

Amidst the fighting and screams, the picture gradually dimmed, and then a roll of bamboo slips was slowly opened, and the narration sounded.

The first part of Across the World is over.

Lin Xi blinked, poked Xiao Rui, and said, "Didn't you say there were only a few minutes of footage?"

Xiao Rui sighed: "I can't help it, why would there be someone who always likes to add drama to himself?"

"Ok?"

Xiao Ruidao: "In the original script, there were only the scenes of Shanjuli studying and playing together. When the army was overwhelmed, it was over with a swipe of the neck. Who knew that the director was reluctant to delete this clip of Shanjuli, and he also didn't want to delete that one. One person is so good at it, he simply added another fighting scene... Then, a certain person refused to wipe his neck, so we had to add another scene to him."

Lin Xi snorted coldly, and said, "So what kind of ten-day training is fake at all? Is Xiao the best actor playing tricks on me, an idiot?"

Xiao Rui slapped him on the head, and said: "I'm acting? I'm acting like you! You can't tell if it's real or not? Didn't you find that almost all the scenes about me in Shanjuli were reshoots? I'm acting, do I still need to make up shots? How much does my acting skills beat you?"

"Don't think that you can deny the fact that you and the director conspired to lie to me!"

Xiao Rui said in a low voice: "The director said that only the truth can move people... Listen."

"Ok?"

All Linxi could hear was a low sob.

"Lin Xiaoxi," Xiao Rui conjured up a big toad mirror out of nowhere, put it on Lin Xi's nose, and said, "You're hot."