Star-source Legend

Time flies quickly, around 2:30 in the afternoon.

Everyone is standing in an empty square. At the front desk of the square, Mr. Xu and his previous person in charge, an officer of the First Military Region and some other observers are all standing on it at this moment, watching silently. Against them.

And Zhang Fan, from the front desk, also found a familiar figure, Mu Lao who helped him build the war spear.

Perhaps it was because of Zhang Fan's sight. Mu Lao, who was chatting with Xu Lao, saw Zhang Fan for the first time, and then smiled and nodded.

As for Li Nian and their coaches, they are nowhere to be seen at this moment.

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

At the front desk, Mr. Mu also smiled with Mr. Xu at the moment.

"Hehe, take your time, you guy, come here specially this time to see Zhang Fan's performance."

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

Without answering, Mu Lao just smiled, and then turned his attention to the surroundings again.

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

"Yan Jiang."

"Wang Yun."

"Congratulations."

There were more than a dozen military officers on the stage constantly shouting the names of the warriors, and the warriors who were called all went up to receive basic combat uniforms and communication equipment. Of course, there were also some basic weapons.

However, these warriors who came to our house basically prepared their own weapons, so, except for a few individuals, after taking a few shields, no one else had any choice of weapons.

"Zhang Fan."

Zhang Fan heard the loud sound for the first time, and rushed to the front quickly.

"This is your equipment."

Seeing Zhang Fan stepping forward, the officer also handed some basic equipment to Zhang Fan. As for weapons, after seeing the black cloth wrapped in Zhang Fan's back, he didn't mention it much. Obviously, Zhang Fan prepared the weapons himself.

"Hello, I want to ask which of the shields is the heaviest."

At this time, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke.

"Hehe, this one weighs about one hundred kilograms."

Hearing what Zhang Fan asked, although the officer was a little surprised, he still took out one of the heaviest shields and handed it to Zhang Fan.

Without saying more, with a slight smile, Zhang Fan easily picked up the shield and returned to the team among the surprised expressions of others.

Zhang Fan didn't say much about other people's eyes, but just smiled.

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

When it was Hu Zhi’s turn, Hu Zhi also took a shield for thousands of people. For a while, everyone looked at the two with different faces, whispering something to each other, and there were even a few other warriors. Looking at the two with sarcasm.

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

After an hour, everyone was allocated a suitable body size and some basic equipment. Everyone, whether it is received or carried by themselves, is a cold weapon. This is a requirement for the actual combat assessment of the fighters. The use of hot weapons is prohibited.

After the assignment, everyone returned to the place where they had rested before, put on combat uniforms, and combat boots, etc., and they all seemed to be fully armed.

At this moment, there was a loud laughter from the empty square.

At this moment, Zhang Fan, wearing combat boots, military trousers, a combat vest, and a shield on his back, holding a war spear wrapped in black cloth in his hand, he was happily talking with Hu Zhi. .