315 Aliens are the product of rumors. As for whether this thing really exists, no one knows. What we only know is that under the description of the movie, the introduction of the novel, and the promotion of newspapers and magazines, in people's inner subconscious, the illusory thing of aliens has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Especially in the 1940s, aliens were synonymous with gods and demons in their hearts. They were monsters that ate people, the great demon kings that destroyed the world, the villain who robbed property, the pervert who raped girls, the vampire who wanted to use virginity as offerings, the ancestors of love with each other, and the best slogan for coaxing children to eat, sleep, shit and pee. They were,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

In the evening of that day, when the sun began to gradually sink to the west, and when the earth was shrouded in orange light, the German troops retreated from the Normandy area also accelerated their advance and retreated to the Belgian border along the good French road.

On the extended highway, there are cars, trucks, armored vehicles, and ordinary infantry walking forward. Although the entire forward formation looks chaotic, it is actually quite orderly and there is no traffic jam.

Our great Marshal Gesyun also sat in a military jeep and mixed in the retreating team. From time to time, he looked at the unchanging scenery around him and felt quite bored and was sleepy while yawning.

Originally, Kimda wanted to take advantage of the retreat to go to Paris for a few days, but the troops guarding Paris had already retreated, and the road network to the Belgian border was far from Paris. Kimda had to give up the idea of ​​traveling to the Fashion Capital and retreated to the rear with the large army.

Sitting next to Jintian was Obestan, the chief of staff of the Western Front. After seeing Marshal Gesiyun's boring appearance, he said lightly, "Marrior Gesiyun, I just received a report that our army's Tiger King Tank Battalion and Cheetah Tank Destroyer Battalion encountered the British armored forces next to the woods 30 kilometers away from Caen. Are you not worried? These two battalions are our elite."

Jinda stretched out and leaned on the back seat more comfortably, "Don't worry! Although Major General Black Jack is a powerful general, he is also a very thoughtful general. He knows how to stop when he sees it. Besides, I also mobilized the jet fighter formation to provide air support, so you can rest assured that nothing will happen."

Obestan continued to ask in confusion, "Master Gerthyun, how do you know that General Jack is meticulous? You don't seem to have contacted him much. At most, you have commanded his rat tank battalion in the Battle of Kursk."

"Hehe, you don't know this." Jinda smiled mysteriously and said, "I'll tell you a big secret. I've read General Black Jack's identity information. Before he joined the army, he was a doctor in obstetrics and gynecology, specializing in delivering babies for women with difficult labor. Think about it, how could a doctor who works in obstetrics and gynecology and specializes in delivering babies be careless! Don't worry, that kid will bring out our most elite armored troops safely."

"Oh, so that's it. An armored major general who once served as a by-pass doctor and specializes in delivering difficult women to childbirth can indeed make people feel relieved to command the Tiger King Tank Battalion." Obestan then understood Marshal Gesiyun's intention, but he continued to ask, "Marrior Gesiyun, what did that Air Force Major Mirell do before he joined the army. I heard that this major was shot down 88 times a few days ago, but he didn't even lose his hair. Such a talent must have done a big deal before he joined the army!"

When he heard Obestan mention Mirel, Jinda frowned and replied with a sluggish face, "That Mirel is very interesting. Before he joined the army, he worked as a security guard in a girls' high school. According to the information provided by the school, this kid always took advantage of the late night to climb to the girls' dormitory and peeked at a few school belles to take a bath, so he got the nickname of night wind. It is said that he fell down 18 times from the balcony on the 12th floor, but he was still unharmed. Maybe nothing happened after he was shot down 88 times. Maybe he practiced in girls' high school back then!"

Obestan was stunned and said, "Awesome man, he is such a great man! He is really wronged to let him fly the plane. He should be a high jump athlete with his conditions and will definitely win the gold medal."

"Maybe!" Jinda shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the soft seat, continuing to enjoy the surrounding scenery boredly, passing the slow passing time.

At this time, several Frenchmen next to the highway attracted Jinda's gaze, and saw a few blond purebred French men standing next to the highway and calling a German captain. The two sides were still talking enthusiastically. It seemed that the French had something important to ask for help. But the German captain also seemed helpless and seemed to be refusing.

Seeing this scene, Jintian felt very interested. "Driver, go up and take a look. I want to know what these French people want to do."

"Yes! Marshal Gesyun" was driving the car driver, skillfully turning the steering wheel, and the jeep rushed to the Frenchman quickly and steadily and stopped.

Jinda jumped out of the jeep, walked to the German captain, and asked, "Captain, what exactly happened here, what are you and these French people talking about."

The German captain immediately stood up attentively and paid tribute to his highest commander. "Marrior Gesyun, these Frenchmen are the directors of the French Demon King Pictures Co., Ltd. They wanted to find our soldiers to act as temporary extras, and I said we were marching and could not borrow people. But they had to ask me to help, and they were talking! You are here."

"Yes! Mr. Marshal" A Frenchman with slightly curly blonde hair and a mustache on his lips and a slightly fat figure came up to him. When he saw that the German marshal standing in front of him, he said respectfully in German, "Mr. Marshal, I am the director of the French Devil Pictures Co., Ltd., my name is Bruce Man. We are filming a movie called "Star Wars Prequel 3" in this area, but there are no extras. Can you help and transfer some soldiers to assist in the filming? As for the cost issue, you don't have to worry, our Devil Pictures Co., Ltd. is a powerful company and will not let you suffer a loss."

As he said that, the male director of Bruce came out of his pocket with a business card that exuded the fragrance of flowers and sent it to Jinda, "This is my business card, please accept it."

Kimda took the business card, squinted his eyes, put it in his pocket, and smiled and said, "Mr. Bruce, I am also a movie fan. I really like watching Japanese A-movies. Bah, Bah, I really like watching human art movies, yes! It's human art movies. Since you want extras, I certainly won't refuse, but I have a small request, I hope to watch your shooting work from the side."

The blues man was overjoyed and answered hurriedly, "Of course there is no problem. It is our honor to come and watch our filming work. My filming team is in the woods in front of you, and you are always welcome to watch."

"Then you lead the way! Let me tell the captain about how many soldiers you want, and he will arrange it."

"Thank you, thank you." After Bruce thanked Kinda loudly, he asked the captain for 200 soldiers to participate in the filming work. After the German captain received the order from Marshal Gesiyun, he also enthusiastically selected more than 200 handsome soldiers to participate in the filming work of the filming work. He wanted to agree just now and wanted to make a movie. But he was a soldier and sometimes he could not make the decision by himself. But now with the order from Marshal Gesiyun, everything was easy to do.

The French film industry was not depressed during the German occupation. The romantic French maintained various entertainments before the war under the German occupation. Even when the front line was in full swing, the rear danced like dances, drinks like wine, soaks like girls, and shoots like romantic people, and shoots like movies like movies.

In this case, the Great Demon King Pictures Co., Ltd., which is the theme of shooting aliens attacking the earth, did not stop filming the movie. The Star Wars series of movies they shot were quite popular in France.

On that day, the chief director of the Big Demon King Pictures Co., Ltd., who was filming "Star Wars Prequel 3", suddenly found that the extras were seriously insufficient when shooting a set of outdoor scenes, and the scene might not be able to be filmed today. Just as everyone was frowning, the German army retreating from the road attracted the attention of the big director Bruce Man.

He ran away on the spot and asked to hire Germans as extras. However, the German soldiers were not romantic French soldiers. They refused the request of the great director without hesitation. Just when the male director of the Blues was about to give up, Marshal Gesyun appeared like a savior. With the help of Marshal Gesyun, this outdoor scene can finally be shot on time.

"3,,2,,1,, Start" When everything was ready, the roar of the male director of the blues sounded at the shooting scene, and several cameras also began to rotate at the same time.

Today we are going to film an alien attack on the earth at dusk.

I saw dozens of steel wires, several large wooden flying saucers slowly landed on the ground. A dozen aliens with ferocious faces and no hair on their bodies jumped off the flying saucers. They were about 2 meters tall, with thick thighs like pillars and iron-like skin. From a distance, they looked quite like that.

Kimda stood in the distance and looked at the clumsy performance of the French with a playful look. For Kimda, who has been used to watching computer stunt blockbusters 60 years later, the movies of this era are too rough and too trash. However, from the perspective of audiences in this era, these movies are also pretty good.

However, Kimda's eyes that were like watching the play immediately became shocked again. Because in the following camera, hundreds of German soldiers actually used the AK-47, MP40, 98K rifles and some French machine guns that could not be named in their hands were fired violently at the aliens. The bullets hit the aliens like rainstorms, splashing countless sparks. But all of these bullets fell from the aliens and did not play any role.

Seeing this scene, Jinda was unable to touch her chin and her mouth could not be matched. He pulled his right hand and watched Obestin, who was filming with great interest. He asked loudly, "Obesin, are our soldiers using real bullets? Why did the bullets hit these aliens and bounce them back."

Obestan replied in a tone of Bing Ning, "Martyman Gesiyun, have you not seen the bullets landed on the ground? This time the shooting must be live ammunition. As for your second question, it is even simpler. The clothes of these aliens must be made of thick lead, so the bullets were bounced back."

"Oh, so that's it." Kinda relieved his doubts, but he immediately had a brand new question. "This kind of lead-made clothes seem to be able to block bullets! You see, the bullets of the AK-47 have also been rebounded. Why don't we produce such bulletproof vests in the German army?"

"Marson Gerthyun, you're not kidding!" Obestan pointed to the slowly moving alien and said, "This kind of lead-made clothes is at least 150 kilograms. When ordinary soldiers wear them, they even have problems walking. How can they fight? Did you not watch those aliens almost unable to walk? This is not a performance, but they can't walk fast at all."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Jinda stroked his chin thoughtfully and was chatting something in his mouth. But at this moment, Jinda only felt that his cerebral cortex began to move. It seemed that a lightning flashed his brain, causing countless ghost ideas to emerge in his mind.

"Obestan, I heard a few days ago that our Germany is researching and developing a flying saucer-like aircraft. Is this really the case?" Kimda only felt a clear mind, and countless ghost ideas poured out like mercury.

Obestin did not notice Marshal Gesiyun's unusual face. He spent all his thoughts on the shooting, but he subconsciously replied, "You are right. Our Third Reich began to develop aircraft like a flying saucer as early as 1941. I remember reading related reports some time ago. It seems that this project has made breakthrough progress and the flying saucer can already go to heaven. Marshal Gesiyun, you suddenly asked what you are doing."

Obestan turned his head, and when he saw Marshal Gesiyun showing a signature smirk, he immediately asked, "Marrior Gesiyun, look at your appearance, you seem to have a bad idea, what have you thought of again this time."

Kimda did not answer positively, but asked in contemplation, "Obestan, if a real flying saucer suddenly flew in front of you, what would your first thought come to mind."

Obestan was stunned for a long time before he squeezed out his thoughts, "Alien,"
Chapter completed!