The conflict finally ended, and everyone returned to their positions. Only the special forces soldier who left last looked at Chen Ang with approval.
Chen Ang took out the notebook he had brought. There was no Wifi here, only a direct connection to the local area network. Any network commands and messages would have to go through a review before leaving this secret base.
At such a tense time, the most appropriate way to change a new script was to find a qualified military novel. To write a good script for a military drama, one must first have a considerable experience of military life and strive to be realistic. If they couldn't do this, then any military novel would lose its core value and soul.
After reading it carefully, he realized that in the literary world of his world, there didn't seem to be a military geek like Lan Xiaolong who was both rebellious and had real military experience.
In other words, there was no TV series called Soldiers Assault.
Recalling the TV series that had flashed across his mind but left her with endless feelings, he had successfully shaped the souls of a group of soldiers. It described the growth of an imperfect and even relatively flawed coward soldier who became a good soldier.
There were tears and tears. Only this strong military atmosphere, coupled with the purest brotherhood that resonated in the bottom of his heart, could awaken the indelible passion in a good man's heart.
This was a big drama.
He had grown up in the military compound and barracks. His attachment to soldiers was no weaker than any other soldier. However, even with such a foundation, even if he had the ultimate creative skills, he still felt a lot of pressure trying to write about the soul of a soldier.
What he wanted to write was especially fitting to the style of the military in this world.
Gao Cheng, Old Ma, Chengcai, Shi Jin, Xu Sanduo, Wu Zhe, Yuan Lang, and Wu Liuyi all had the qualities of a soldier. It was not easy to create these eight characters and make them reborn under his pen.
However, when he picked up the pen, the feelings of a soldier involuntarily drove him to continue writing.
If it wasn't for the system's notification at seven o'clock in the evening informing him that the seventh mission had been completed, he probably wouldn't have been able to wake up from his craze for writing for a while.
He opened the two lottery tickets. Beginner editing, beginner performance.
He had no use for the System at the moment.
[Host: Chen Ang]
Age: 17/99
[Character: Entertainment Rookie]
[Skills: Intermediate directing, intermediate drama, intermediate composition, elementary ventriloquism, elementary speech, elementary performance, elementary dance.]
[Popularity: 2,745,739]
"The Soul of the Celestial Army"
[Mission 8: Popularity reaches 5 million]
[Mission Reward: Beginner Skill Lottery x2]
"Director Chen, I'm still writing. I knew you hadn't eaten dinner, so I specially ran into the canteen and asked the cooks in the base to give you a special meal.”Yan Zheng came back from outside and advised Chen Ang who was typing on the keyboard.
"Teacher Yan, you came at the right time. I've finished writing some scripts, but I haven't written them according to the script's requirements yet. It's just a story, so help me pick some flaws.”
"My dear Director Chen, you're making things difficult for me. We're in the art troupe, and we've never experienced anything like recruit training.”Yan Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I was confused." Chen Ang patted his head.
The selection process for art troupes was usually separate from the recruitment process. They would go to schools and art academies for assessment and screening, not from within the army.
"I'll go find those special forces soldiers."
"Sigh, Chief Chen, you should eat first.”
"Hey, hey, hey, I was just talking about you. Come and let me see the manuscript I wrote.”Chen Ang ran out of the door. When he saw the patrolling soldiers, he casually grabbed one and brought it over.
Fortunately, the higher-ups should have informed them in advance. The person who was pulled over did not say much. He sat down and began to read the tens of thousands of words written by Chen Ang. Initially, he was only reading roughly, but the further he read, the slower his reading speed became. When the page could no longer be downloaded, he turned the roller to the top and started reading again.
Seeing this scene, Chen Ang knew. His intermediate composing skills were still passable.
One day, two days, three days, five days.
A novel," Soldier Assault ", which had been edited and refined by Chen Ang and condensed to 300,000 words, was finally finalized.
However, what he didn't know was that while he was composing, in a monitoring room in the special forces base, a group of special forces soldiers who could rest were gathered in front of a large screen computer. It was actually a picture of Chen Ang typing out the words word by word.
As early as when he was writing, the soldiers in the special forces base who had good computer skills had already transplanted the hacking software into his computer without anyone noticing.
He wanted to be the first to read his new novel.
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