Chapter 89

Time passed quickly, about 2:30 in the afternoon.

All of them are standing in the middle of an empty square. At the front desk of the square, Mr. Xu and the former responsible person, as well as an officer of the first military region and some other personnel watching the war are standing on it, watching them silently.

Zhang Fan, on the former stage, also found a familiar figure. It was Mu Lao who helped him build his spear.

Perhaps he felt the sight of Zhang Fan. Mu Lao, who was chatting with Mr. Xu, saw Zhang Fan for the first time, and then nodded with a smile.

As for Li Nian, these coaches, they are now missing. I don't know where they went.

"Ha ha, looking at these vigorous young warriors, it's like seeing ourselves when we were young. In a flash, after so many years, we are all old, and the future will be their world."

On the front desk, Mu Lao also said with a smile.

"Ha ha, take your time. You're here to see the performance of Zhang Fan."

Hearing what Mu said, Xu also said with a smile.

There is no answer, Mu old just smile, and then it is again to shift attention to the surrounding.

"Next, the warrior I called, please come up and get the basic equipment."

"Yanjiang."

"Wang Yun."

"Congratulations."

There are more than a dozen officers on the stage chanting the names of the warriors one by one. All the soldiers who are called by the names go to get the basic combat uniforms and communication equipment. Of course, there are also some basic weapons.

However, these warriors who come to our house are basically equipped with weapons. Therefore, other people have no choice but to take a few shields.

"Sail."

Loud voice, sail is also the first time to hear, quickly rushed to the front.

"This is your equipment."

Seeing Zhang Fan go up, the officer also handed some basic equipment to Zhang Fan. As for the weapons, he did not mention much after seeing what was wrapped in black cloth behind Zhang Fan. Obviously, Zhang Fan prepared his own weapons.

"Hello, I want to know which shield is the heaviest."

At this time, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his mouth.

"Hehe, this one weighs about 100 kilos."

Hearing Zhang Fan's question, the officer, though somewhat surprised, took out a heaviest shield and handed it to Zhang Fan.

No more said, a smile, Zhang Fan easily picked up the shield, and then others a look of surprise among the expression is back in the team.

For other people's eyes, Zhang Fan did not say much, just a smile.

The shield may be a burden to others, but for Zhang Fan, with the spear in his hand, it is the most powerful defense, which can protect his life at critical moments.

When it was Hu Zhi's turn, Hu Zhi also took a shield. For a moment, all the people looked at the two people with different colors on their faces, whispered something to each other, and even several other warriors looked at them with sarcasm on their faces.

Of course, Zhang Fan and Hu Zhi chose to ignore it.

After an hour, everyone was assigned the right size and some basic equipment. Each person, whether he or she takes it, is a cold weapon, which is required by the actual combat assessment of the warrior. The use of hot weapons is prohibited.

After the assignment, all of them went back to the place where they had rested before and put on their combat uniforms and boots. It seemed that they were all fully armed.

At the moment, the open square is also a sound of laughter.

At the moment, Zhang Fan, with his boots on his feet, his military trousers, his combat vest, his shield on his back, and his spear wrapped in black cloth in his hand, was happily talking to Hu Zhi.