Three days later.

In the friendly community, a military vehicle appeared, and a soldier with an indifferent face got out of the military vehicle, and then waited quietly at the entrance of one of the tall buildings.

In the face of the military vehicles that appeared, the people of the friendly community naturally knew what was going on.

In three days, most people knew about Wang Zheng's transfer by the military department. The first-level martial artists were transferred by the military department, this thing was really unexpected by everyone, and the martial artists transferred by the military department needed to serve on the front line for at least three months before they would be rotated.

The transfer is mandatory and compulsory.

For three months, your reward will be determined by the number and level of the beasts you actually kill, but this kind of thing is dangerous after all.

The Youai community had also transferred a fourth-level martial artist before, and it was entirely possible to impact the potential of the fifth-level, but a transfer order from the military department was directly transferred to the front line. After three months, the person did not come back, only a box of ashes.

And now, Wang Zheng is just a first-level martial artist, and he has no actual combat experience except for participating in the academy's training competition, what is the difference between this and sending him to death?

"Alas, the Wang family finally came up with a martial artist, and this transfer ......"

"A first-level martial artist is simply going to die."

"The luck of the old Wang family is really bad."

"Thousands of draws, how can you draw Wang Zheng's child?"

The neighbors who came in and out all whispered. It's just that they can't change anything at all, and the transfer order of the military department, with the will of the country, needs to be carried out unless you die.

Wang Zheng's home.

Wang An smoked in silence, while the queen mother helped Wang Zheng sort out her luggage.

The atmosphere at home was a little depressing, and in Wang An's opinion, the transfer order from the military department was not a good thing.

"Zheng'er, when you get to the front line, you have to be careful, you can't force your head out in everything, and you must be sensible to avoid danger when you encounter it." The Queen Mother was chattering while sorting out her luggage, in fact, the luggage had already been prepared, and she was just using this way to distract her panic.

Wang Zheng nodded, of course he understood the reason why his mother was worried.

"Mom, don't worry, I know how to take care of myself. Besides, my first-level martial artist, if he really goes to the front line, at most he will stay in logistics, what danger can he have? In three months, I can come back, at most in the dark, what can I do? Wang Zheng comforted.

Wang An looked at the time, waved his hand and said, "The time is almost up, we can't make people wait for a long time, let's go." ”

In the corridor outside, many neighbors came.

When he saw Wang Zheng come out, he was all comforted and told Wang Zheng to pay attention to safety.

Director Long also came, he stood in front of the crowd, hugged Wang Zheng directly, and said: "Don't worry about the child, your parents and our community will definitely take care of you, you just need to pay attention to yourself." ”

"Director Long, my parents will trouble you to take care of it." Wang Zheng said, and bowed to the neighbors present and said: "In the future, my parents will take care of the uncles and aunts." ”

"Zhengzi, don't worry, with all of us here, you just need to kill the beast with peace of mind."

Uncle Liu next door patted his chest, and the same did for the others.

In the friendly community, everyone has no money, but the relationship between neighbors is very good.

A group of people has been sent to the bottom of the building.

The soldier who came to pick up and drop off was still expressionless, he stood up straight, and when he saw Wang Zheng coming down, he opened the car door directly.

After Wang Zheng gave his parents a hug, he didn't say anything more and got into the car directly. He was worried that if he talked too much, he would become reluctant and make his parents worry even more.

Seeing Wang Zheng get into the car, the soldier saluted Wang Zheng's parents, then boarded the car and started, turned around the military car, and quickly drove away from here.

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Nanshan Military Airport.

When the military vehicles arrived, it was exactly eight o'clock.

Here, there is a special reception person in charge, and as soon as Wang Zheng got off the bus, he was led to a place similar to the waiting room. It's huge, with rows of chairs, and more than 300 people waiting here.

When Wang Zheng walked in here, he immediately attracted the attention of others.

This time, seventy-three martial artists were transferred to Nanshan City, and at this point in time, almost all of them were all there.

"First-class martial artist?"

Seeing Wang Zheng come in, the warriors here all let out a "huh".

On Wang Zheng's chest, the badge of a first-class martial artist represents Wang Zheng's rank and strength.

Of course, Wang Zheng's young face is also what the warriors here are surprised by, even if you don't look at Wang Zheng's martial arts badge, you can know that Wang Zheng's strength will definitely not be strong. The childish face was extremely white, and at a glance, he knew that he was a student who had just graduated from the academy.

It's not strange that a first-level martial artist is a first-level martial artist, how could he enter here.

In the waiting room, all the martial artists transferred from Nanshan City this time, the young man in front of him appeared at this time, doesn't it mean that the other party is also a member of this transfer?

"This ...... How can it be? ”

The first thought of many warriors was impossible.

Although there is no stipulation in the transfer order that no one can be transferred to the first level, if it is according to the tacit understanding of hundreds of years, no one will transfer a first-level martial artist.

But now Wang Zheng has really walked in here, and he can't come in without outside permission.

"Boy, are you in the wrong place?" A strong man couldn't help but stand up and say out loud, anyway, with his rough nerves, he couldn't understand this matter, and he had a straightforward personality, of course, he wouldn't be like everyone else, but asked directly.

When the others heard this, they all burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, boy, you better go home and feed, be careful that when you get to the front line, you will be scared to pee your pants."

"Is there a mistake in the military department, even this yellow-haired little kid will also be transferred?"

"A first-level martial artist, what's the difference between being sent to death?"

was transferred, and the warriors who were already a little dissatisfied all used Wang Zheng as a joke, which was also a little fun. As for what Wang Zheng thinks, who will care what the first-level martial artists think, you must know that among the people present, the lowest is also a fourth-level martial artist.

Wang Zheng didn't care about their gossip, and grinned: "Hello everyone, my name is Wang Zheng, please take care of me." ”

The moment he finished saying this, a series of bone pattern guidance assistant prompts sounded.

"3700 points of texture force in hand."

Just one sentence made them remember themselves, how could Wang Zheng miss this opportunity for brushing power?

The martial artists present all sneered, a first-level imp, not worth their attention at all.

The strong man who was just now buzzed and said, "Boy, you haven't answered my question yet, even your little arms and legs will also be transferred?" ”

Wang Zheng spread his hands and said, "I still want to ask the military department about this question." It's a pity that you know, the military department won't answer my question as a little warrior. The transfer order cannot be refused, so I came, and even I wanted to know. ”

Wang Zheng's calmness, without the slightest trepidation, made everyone present agree with Wang Zheng, at least in terms of attitude, Wang Zheng is like a warrior.

"Hahaha, good boy, just rush at your calm attitude, qualified to represent our Nanshan City." The strong man laughed and stretched out a big female finger to Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng found a place to sit down and looked around.

More than 70 people stayed here, sitting scattered, and this kind of transfer was unlikely to cast some acquaintances, who were a little stranger to each other. These warriors are all carrying equipment on their backs, some of them are directly on their backs, and some of them are covering their equipment, as if they are carrying a bag.

Some of the warriors carried some hot weapons, ranging from sniper rifles to machine guns.

Looking at the metal with a faint bone pattern glow emerging from these thermal weapons, Wang Zheng knew that these weapons were not simple, they were made of runic metal, and their strength was definitely not comparable to other ordinary standard weapons.

Taking sniper rifles as an example, ordinary sniper rifles can produce up to 5,500 joules, but sniper rifles made of runic metal may be increased tenfold to 55,000 joules.

This kind of energy is enough to tear open the skin of an unknown number of fierce beasts and make a bloody hole.

The price of the gun made of rune metal is so high, and I don't know how many times more expensive it is than the rune equipment in Wang Zheng's hand now.

The price of a first-class runic metal gun can be compared to a second-class first-class war knife and other weapons.