"Go!"

A dozen young boys started running, using both hands and feet;

The "carriage" carrying the noble boys started to move quickly.

This scene appeared as though,

In front, a dozen boys with iron collars on their necks,

looked like more than a dozen sled dogs pulling a sleigh.

Zheng Fan was very surprised because his perspective was somewhat unusual, like watching a movie, always standing from a third-party point of view.

This wasn't an illusion,

because the purpose of an illusion is to confuse yourself,

to confuse you,

it first needs to let you freely move within the illusion, so you can get immersed, blurring the line between reality and fantasy for you.

But this time was different, from the very beginning you could clearly know your position;

You are the spectator,

not the actor.

The screen began to darken,

rain started to pour,

Zheng Fan saw in front of him, in a kennel-like hut, a dozen children curled up together.

They were cold, they were hungry.

However, because of the night, Zheng Fan could see that the children's eyes were actually tinged with yellow.

Not the feeling of malnutrition, but rather like looking at a cat's pupil with a flashlight in the dark.

At this moment, a steward-like person came over, holding a food bowl, throwing some food similar to pig slop.

The bowl hit the ground, spilling most of it, but these children immediately pounced on it like mad dogs, starting to grab the food on the ground and in the bowl.

Zheng Fan wanted to sit down, to sit down and watch slowly, but found he couldn't execute any actions, standing to watch a movie, it's a bit exhausting.

In fact, at this point, Zheng Fan began to understand something.

After understanding,

he even actively started searching for which one looked like Fanli among the group of children.

But Zheng Fan was somewhat helpless that he couldn't find him, he should be among this group of children, but there was no distinctive feature, and the camera didn't focus specifically either.

After eating, all the children curled up together again to sleep.

The screen darkened again, even Zheng Fan's side was forced "lights off", luckily, the darkness didn't last long, soon after, a whip cracked, exploded the darkness, revealing the light.

"Wooo wooo wooo wooo!!!!!!!!!!"

The sound of a horn rang out.

This startled Lord Zheng awake, thinking it was a dream waking up, there was an enemy attack, possibly the wild people or the Chu people were coming.

But after seeing the situation in front of him clearly, he found he was still in a dream.

The previous young boys were gone, Zheng Fan saw a group of bare-chested adults holding crude weapons, they stood in the first line of the army formation.

The unchanged part was, there were still iron collars on their necks, their bodies were still shackled.

This was a group of soldiers composed of slaves, slave soldiers.

According to Zheng Fan's current understanding, even worse than prisoner soldiers, really just the cheapest cannon fodder at the bottom level.

What made Zheng Fan helpless was, yet another long shot, he still couldn't clearly see where Fanli was standing.

If what he was watching was directed by a "director,"

then this director would definitely be a novice in camera usage, with no sense of priority, nor any progression.

In this scenario,

the war,

began.

Boring war,

no technical content,

just slaughter, slaughter, slaughter...

For Lord Zheng, who was accustomed to the "artistic sense" of war, this kind of slaughter was truly dull and tedious.

And the camera did not combine close and wide shots, he still saw only a long shot.

But as time passed,

as the number of people able to remain standing kept decreasing on both sides,

Zheng Fan's gaze slowly got attracted by one person,

he was tall,

he was powerful,

holding a giant axe, almost invincible.

On the battlefield filled with carcasses, he became increasingly prominent.

Fanli?

Is this Fanli?

Still no close-up, Zheng Fan was so angry he wanted to curse!

Finally, the enemy was defeated, the big man raised his axe, letting out a roar, venting his emotions.

Afterward,

came a very abrupt cut,

so abrupt that it triggered Zheng Fan's occupational obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Just a moment ago, it was a battlefield full of corpses, in an instant, it turned into a drunken revelry.

There was no shot following an eagle soaring skywards to provide a smooth transition, nor any smoke rising to create a meaningful setup.

Instead, editing mistakes just didn't prepare you in advance, forcefully making you change scenes.

Only,

this time there was finally a close-up.

But this close-up was even more maddening!

Yes,

that's right,

it's Fanli,

it really is Fanli!

But is this close-up cursed,

Zheng Fan now was only one decimeter away from Fanli's face,

Fanli was feasting,

constantly gnawing on meat,

constantly taking large bites,

countless grease and meat scraps splattering directly onto Zheng Fan's face,

that "gaping maw,"

that constantly deforming wide jaw,

those unsightly large front teeth,

really made one feel extremely nauseated.

Most importantly, Zheng Fan could hear the suggestive sounds of the women around, and even various things that could lead one's thoughts astray.

How should I say,

this feeling was a bit like those early Hong Kong and Taiwan X-rated films,

carrying a sense of haziness and a breath of artistic air, transcending the primitive, elevating the theme.

But at this moment, why the hell did you make a close-up,

just to let me watch you eat meat, eat meat, and eat meat constantly!