Chapter 588: Awards Ceremony
In the end, Xiao Jin did not side with Lei Qie even after today’s shoot ended. He cut the shoot on the city wall and asked them to reshoot it.
Because Sihuang and all the extras had performed too well, so well that they could resonate with the filming staff. He could not cut out this wonderful scene for Lei Qie’s sake.
Moreover, Lei Qie had performed very well in today’s filming. It could be said that his performance was getting better and better. However, he had somehow offended Si Huang, causing him to turn from the male lead to a passerby in these few minutes of filming.
After that, Lei Qie was sniffed by Xiao Jin, wondering if he had made Phoenix Si angry again. Lei Qie shook his head and didn’t explain what had happened.
“If Phoenix Si keeps targeting you , you don’t have to film anymore.” Xiao Jin coldly stated a fact.
Lei Qie’s acting skills were not Si Huang’s match at all. Going against her in this aspect was like hitting a rock with an egg!
It was rare for Lei Qie to not refute this. He said,”I don’t have many scenes with him. How many times can he beat me?” Even if I’m suppressed by him in the scene, I can still show my charm as the male lead in other ways!”
Xiao Jin was surprised by Lei Qie’s passion and awareness. His dark golden eyes seemed to be burning with some kind of flame, and he looked much more energetic than before.
Xiao Jin felt that this change was good. He didn’t say anything else and agreed with Lei Qi’s plan and statement.
After talking to Lei Qi, Xiao Jin won another condition from Fein.
“Alright, I won’t guess Phoenix Si according to common sense anymore!” Fei En smiled bitterly. This kid was a monster! Monster!”
Xiao Jin was amused by his expression. He reminded him,” Have you forgotten? Si Huang just experienced the Dream incident.”
” You said he hasn’t experienced a real large-scale war or life and death,” Xiao Jin said.” How many people died on the Dream?” Although it can’t compare to a real ancient war, for a natural actor like Phoenix Si, as long as he is given a little fire, he can light up a raging fire.”
The next day, Lei Qie used his performance to prove what he said to Xiao Jin.
The two generals brought the women and children out of the border city. Their expressions were heavy, making people feel as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts. They remembered what Divine Priest Metheus had said. For a warrior to run away in the face of battle was a humiliation that tormented his soul.
They had to leave. They had Ageroth’s army in their hands. If they died here, the civil officials of the kingdom would not be able to suppress them and would disrupt the balance of the entire kingdom.
On this day, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Egros went crazy. They had no way out. Behind them were their families and citizens, so they could not retreat! Without food, they would die even if they retreated! They were warriors. They had to behead their enemies and protect their homeland. They had to die on this land where their sweat and blood were spilled. They had to protect this land. They would die on the land of their homeland and be buried in the soil of their homeland.
Lei Qie took the lead and shouted loudly. The mountain peak between his rough eyebrows condensed a fierce aura and fearless courage, as if an ancient god of war had possessed him.
The two armies confronted each other, their weapons clashing, and the blood that spurted out from the bodies pierced by the long spears added a touch of intense color to the land.
Great Divine Priest Metheus stood on the city wall and looked at the battle from afar. There was no expression on his face, but it was as if he had seen life and death. He became the only clear color in this tragic and desolate scene.
In the end, the battle was won as he predicted. It was a victory that was exchanged for the deaths of countless soldiers.
The dark blue flag of the Kingdom of Egros was held tightly in Lei Qie’s hand. The edges of the flag were stained with blood and fluttered in the wind.
This flag had changed hands many times. At the beginning, it was raised high by a soldier. If it was killed by an enemy in the middle of the battle, this flag would change hands to another person.
One after another, it finally fell into Lei Qie’s hands. His body was covered in blood, and his rough face was covered in mud and dried black blood. He looked murderous.
He panted heavily. His throat was like an overused broken bellow. Every breath brought with it a violent rise and fall of his chest, making a dull sound of ” gulp gulp “.