What kind of shit luck did I go to on the horse and opened this movie. I thought it was a war movie, but after I clicked it, I found it was a sports competition movie, and I found out that it was really a war movie. The film tells the story of how a Korean and a Japanese went from running to comrades-in-arms, from killing each other to falling in love, from Outer Mongolia to Normandy, all the way to kill and kill, rushing and rushing, carrying a plug-in like a hail of bullets and passing the leaves without touching them. After Lao Maozi's tank group, hard labor in Siberia, and suicide charge, he hand-in-hand over a few snow-capped mountains to Germany, and then he was drafted into the Nazi army to go to France to guard Normandy, and fought a battle with the Allies. There is Fan Bingbing in it. Of course, it may be that the appearance fee is relatively expensive. The person in charge of helping Zhang Dongjian take a plane will be cold, um, because the plane blasted her with a machine gun.
The film is magnificent and nonsense in narrative, well-made, and inaccurate. It shows the perverted style of the island country that the Koreans recognize Japan as their father. The director arranged for the Korean stick to charge Su Weide for the day, and composed the tragic battle song of the three surnamed slaves. Arrange for the Korean stick and the Japanese general to have a basic relationship, and the ghost knows what the director thinks.
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