Li Tianyang took a deep breath, raised his hand, and the scene became quiet again.
"Now that I'm talking about it, I won't hide it from everyone. I don't need a car myself. The small town needs the protection of these two big guys right now, so I will definitely delegate the use of the car to others."
His tone suddenly became respectful, "Brother Song also made a lot of efforts when seizing this tank, so I decided to hand over the right to use the tank to Brother Song."
"As for the other empty seats on the tank, Brother Song can choose them himself. Anyone who has any opinions can put forward their opinions."
No one at the scene questioned or refuted his proposal.
First of all, the tank was indeed brought back by Li Tianyang and Song Changjun. They had been through life and death, so it was only natural that they should be handed over to Song Changjun.
Secondly, a tank can hold a lot of people, and even a dozen people can sit outside.
This means that everyone in the town has a chance to get a seat, which is good news for everyone, so there is no objection to this proposal at all.
Seeing that everyone was submissive, Li Tianyang continued: "The armored vehicle is broken and needs Shan Changwei to repair it before it can be driven."
"So whoever performs outstandingly in the next period will have the opportunity to fight in an armored vehicle in the future."
After hearing Li Tianyang's arrangement, everyone nodded.
Although it is not clear who can enter the armored vehicle, everyone will have the opportunity to enter in the future, which virtually gives everyone hope.
As long as they kill the enemy bravely and enter an armored vehicle or even a tank, they no longer need to fight with others with their lives. This is simply a gold medal to avoid death.
However, someone in the crowd also brought up old talk: "Brother Li, last time you said that a RV was going to be repaired and distributed to those who had merit. Has the car been repaired?"
Li Tianyang looked around and found that it was Liu Deqiang who spoke, and he was a little surprised.
Hong Dali, Liu Deqiang and Qiao Qiao have been keeping a low profile recently. Although they still have the title of captain, they are almost always transparent.
"That car has indeed been repaired. Wu Fangyu, take the credit book and read it over to see who should be allocated to it in the most reasonable manner."
Li Tianyang said lightly.
Wu Fangyu walked out holding her notebook, opened a form, and showed it to everyone.
"Song Changjun, killed fifteen enemies! First place!"
"Zhao Xianzong, kill six enemies, second place!"
"Zhao Xianzu, kill four enemies, the third one!"
"He Kui, killed three enemies, fourth place!"
Wu Fangyu read all the way, and finally read the top ten names, but did not read the names of Liu Deqiang and others.
Li Tianyang said with embarrassment: "Brother Song deserves the most credit, I'm afraid this car will be rewarded to him!"
The expressions of everyone at the scene became disappointed. They had been busy for a long time recently, but they didn't expect that the number of people they killed was less than a fraction of Song Changjun's.
But the rules have been set long ago, and no one has the nerve to object.
Song Changjun touched his head and said sheepishly: "I'm not greedy for more. Give me that new car. If the Tianyang was smashed today, just reward it to others."
Li Tianyang said approvingly: "Since Brother Song takes the initiative to step aside, then I will make the decision."
"Zhao Xianzong! Zhao Xianzu!"
"arrive!"
The Zhao brothers were so excited that their bodies became alert.
"You two are the ones who have killed the most enemies besides Brother Song, and you are considered the number one under my command. I will give you this RV for you two. Work hard from now on!"
Li Tianyang threw the keys of the RV that had been beaten into pieces today to the two of them, and the two of them burst into tears of gratitude.
Although the guys didn't catch anything, they didn't have any complaints. After all, they were quite proud of how many enemies they had killed.
Every time a fight breaks out, Song Changjun and the Zhao brothers are at the forefront. They deserve a good life!
Hong Dali, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "Brother Li, can you bring back some daily necessities for the brothers in the future? Almost all the daily necessities in our town have been used up."
"For example, toilet paper, wipes, etc. These are all consumables, and you need a batch every few days."
His proposal quickly received a response from everyone. Now that everyone's life is getting better, they want more.
Especially when they saw that Li Tianyang could even get back his cell phone and cream, and even Song Changjun carried a sack himself, he became interested in improving his quality of life.
As a result, everyone's eyes showed anticipation.
"Brother Li, please run a few more times these days. Almost all daily necessities in our town have been used up. Hundreds of people have nothing. They haven't received any food these days."
Li Tianyang nodded with a smile, but sneered in his heart.
Once these cannon fodders had enough to eat and felt a sense of security, they immediately began to put forward various conditions.
In the morning, they all agreed to bring daily necessities to ten people every day, give them a little smile, and immediately put their noses on their faces, treating themselves as nannies.
He nodded and thought seriously: "It is my responsibility to solve life problems for everyone."
"But Zhonghai is flooded by sea water now. It may take a lot of time to find things. I will be busy with this matter these days. If the town is attacked by Tang Guosheng and others again, everyone must hold on!"
When everyone heard this, they immediately quit.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you wipe your butt with a poop wipe. Don't you have long hands? Don't you know how to pick?"
"I still have some pot cloths at home, so it won't be a big problem if I keep using them as auntie towels for a while!"
"Brother Li, don't leave the town, otherwise the enemy will attack again and the brothers will definitely not be able to hold on."
Daily necessities are not worth mentioning in the face of safety.
Li Tianyang spread his hands: "Then if I don't leave, who will bring you food back? I can't separate myself."
This stopped everyone. They could wipe their butts without using toilet paper, but they couldn't go without food. The feeling of starvation was too uncomfortable.
Seeing that everyone was out of power, Li Tianyang pretended to think for a long time and suggested: "Actually, the matter is not that complicated. Don't we have tanks now?"
"From now on, let Brother Song drive a tank and take you to attack the nine communities outside. Show them how powerful the tanks are. You can also pick up people's heads."
"The best defense is offense."
He glanced at Wu Fangyu's credit book and chuckled.
The eyes of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the crowd lit up. They had no fighting ability at all. They were pure cheerleaders, and they might even have side effects when fighting.
But today, because Li Tianyang brought back the tank, the enemies were so frightened that they fled in all directions, which also allowed them to pick up heads.
If Song Changjun drives tanks and leads everyone to attack, is that not a flat push? You can get a lot of military exploits for nothing just by following them all the way?
Therefore, Li Tianyang's proposal was quickly accepted by everyone. After discussing for a while, everyone also designated Zhou Tai's communication community as the first target of attack.
Next it’s time to start eating.
Two large pots were set up at the entrance of the town, one for the residents and one for the hounds raised by Li Tianyang.
Song Changjun lit the firewood under the pot, took a big shovel, and stirred it in different ways.
Soon the fishy smell filled the pot, and the residents were so greedy that they started lining up to get food.
The other pot was filled with raw seafood. After it was cooked, He Meiqin and others took it out and threw it to the hounds.
Those who deserve credit, such as brothers Zhao Xianzong and Zhao Xianzu, did not go to eat smelly fish and rotten shrimps. They squatted on the roadside with buckets of vegetarian Malatang to enjoy the delicious food.
The whole town had been busy all day, no one was talking nonsense, they were all working hard with their heads down.
Li Tianyang secretly asked Wu Fangyu to count the number of people at the scene to make sure that all residents were present, and then returned to the conference room of the liquor factory with his confidants.
"Zhou Chen actually knows that I went out to fight with the Automobile Gang. This must be the information provided by the insider. This insider must be eliminated!"
Li Tianyang sat on the conference table, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
