doomsday lamb

"Pah, pah, pah..."

After Chu Feng proposed that there would be a second batch of airdrop support, Song Huaiyin's applause was particularly harsh among the voices of approval from the film.

He laughed strangely and said: "If the coalition government is really planning to do this, Song can only praise it for its courage."

Zhao Feng looked as usual and said: "Mr. Song, please continue."

"Okay." Song Huaiyin raised his hand slightly and continued, "I can understand the secretary-general's desire to help the weak. But the East Asian war zone is so big that it stretches nearly thousands of miles from north to south. How can the coalition government take care of both in a short time?

How much material will be wasted on the road?"

He shook his head and said: "Take the coastal provinces as an example. The coastline is 3,000 kilometers long. There are more than 500 medium-sized bases in various coastal cities, and there are countless small shelters of various types. With the current strength of the coalition government,

How can it be saved?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

In fact, everyone understands that what Song Huaiyin said is true.

After the military region withdrew to the west, the coalition government only had one Daxing base left. It can be said that things are no longer the same as they used to be. No matter how hard they are slapped in the face, they will not be able to return to the official authority of the past.

This is not only the helplessness of Chu Feng, but also the current helplessness of the coalition government. Everyone hopes to get some benefits from the final coalition government, and no matter what happens, they still have to have a good relationship with the official government in name only, so no one wants to

Make this clear.

Only Song Huaiyin actually opened the skylight and exposed the matter in front of everyone.

This situation was like a slap in the face to Chu Feng.

Chao Feng frowned. Others, you look at me and I look at you, not knowing what to say.

Without waiting for others to react, Song Huaiyin continued: "In my humble opinion, it is better to follow the example of the American theater and form an alliance nearby. The military and political affairs in the alliance will be integrated to help each other. The coalition government can also directly transfer the armaments and supplies depots of various places to

Wouldn't it be nice to open regional alliances, which not only solves the trouble of traveling long distances for the coalition government, but also saves manpower and material resources?"

At this time, someone stood up and said loudly: "Mr. Song is a great talent. Recently, Myanmar, Thailand, Laos, and Vietnam have elected Mr. Song as our ASEAN Chairman and will jointly build an ASEAN base in Dali. I believe that in the future, Song

With the support and leadership of our country, ASEAN will surely prosper. The combat effectiveness of the Green Python Mercenary Corps is obvious to all, and in Bai’s opinion, the so-called zombie tide is nothing compared to the beast tide!”

Upon hearing this, the scene was in an uproar, with many people whispering to each other.

Some people know that this person's name is Bai Meikang, and he is the lord of Wanxiang City. Lang Hua once met him in the Song family camp in the middle of the last days.

Song Huaiyin also stood up, looked around at everyone, and said: "It's all due to the love of all my colleagues that Song deserves it. But for the sake of the justice of the human race, I and the Song family will naturally do their part. From now on, the Song family will do our best to integrate the forces under our jurisdiction.

, safeguard the security and development of areas under ASEAN's jurisdiction, and safeguard human rights and basic freedoms. Of course, the human race is weak in the last days, and our Song family is no exception. Everyone is welcome to join 'ASEAN', or become a close strategic partner with 'ASEAN'

.”

After saying that, he sat back in his seat and closed his eyes to relax.

In this way, it is acknowledged.

After listening to Song Huaiyin's words, people's first reaction was to Cha Feng in the stands. As expected, his complexion changed drastically, with his face turning green and red, but at least he didn't make any verbal gaffes.

The response from the crowd came quickly.

"The Wang family will definitely give Mr. Song a helping hand in doing such good things for the country and the people."

"Commissioner Song is right what he said. Now that the world is in chaos, we should strengthen our cooperation."

"Chairman Song is highly respected and must be trustworthy. The Zhao family is very interested in cooperation with ASEAN."

Some people responded and others objected, but no one expected that the person who would stand up this time would be a young man with a face they had never seen before.

A man stood up in the back row. He raised his hands to the front row and the stage respectively, and said, "I think this is inappropriate for Commissioner Song to do."

"Who are you to question Commissioner Song?"

"Little Huangkou, I don't know how many bowls of dry rice you have eaten in your life, but this is a place where you can talk casually? Why don't you sit down!"

Several lords of medium-sized forces came forward one after another to accuse Lang Hua. What they thought was that if they could gain Song Huaiyin's favor by bullying an unknown person, it would be worth it. After all, for a super power like ASEAN

It is not an exaggeration to say that these people flock to power.

Seeing this, Lang Hua sneered and thought to himself: There are some vicious dogs that bite people when they see them.

Zhao Shifeng turned his head and glanced, also dissatisfied: "Where did this young boy come from?"

Alas, if you want to make money, you still have to be famous first. Well, today I will try my best to stand out.

Thinking like this, Lang Hua's eyes gradually became firm.

When the Chen and Yang families looked at each other, Lang Hua ignored the accusations from others and once again handed over his hand without being humble or arrogant: "Young man Lang Hua is currently the deputy city lord of Langya City in Fengwei Mountain, Sha City. He was recently awarded the title of Captain Company Commander of the Southern Qi Military Region..."

Song Huaiyin opened his eyes and interrupted him rudely. He said: "Then Captain Lang Hua, what do you have in mind?"

This condescending attitude, this familiar arrogant tone...

The cold light in Lang Hua's eyes flashed away.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said: "There are three things wrong with me. I dare to make suggestions to all committee members."

Before Song Huaiyin could say anything, someone in the audience took advantage of him: "Humph, you are a little captain, how dare you say such arrogant words..."

But before the man could finish speaking, Chu Feng said first, "City Master Bai, it's not a bad idea to just listen to what Captain Lang has to say. Commissioner Song, what do you think?"

He spoke to the man, but in the end he looked at Song Huaiyin. He looked straight at him without giving in at all.

Song Huaiyin could only utter two words expressionlessly: "Please."

At this time, Zhu Feng softened his tone, looked at Lang Hua and said, "Lang Hua, come up and say it."

Lang Hua walked up to the stage and said respectfully: "Thank you to the Secretary-General and all the adults. I have thought about it for a long time and think that the suggestions made by Commissioner Song are inappropriate for three reasons."

"First of all, the armaments depots in various places are official emergency supplies reserves before the disaster, and they should be distributed uniformly by the coalition government. Isn't this true?"

Song Huaiyin raised his eyelids and said, "Not bad."

"Then if the regional alliances agree to this matter, isn't it true that their names are not justified and their words are inconsistent with their words?"

"Having said that, the materials in the warehouse are not privately owned by the coalition government, but are owned by all mankind." Another white-haired old man in the field was dissatisfied with Lang Hua, "Since it belongs to all mankind, why can't it be distributed to others?

Regional alliances. Captain Lang is still young and only knows how to do things according to the rules. Now that the regional alliances are doing it for him, why should the coalition government waste money and people? Isn’t this a waste of money? "

Lang Hua shook his head and smiled: "What is the foundation? What is the end? Naturally, people's livelihood is the foundation. As long as people's livelihood is taken care of, there is no need to waste money."

"If that's the case, why does Captain Lang still stick to the situation?" The old man stroked his beard and said, "In today's era, disasters are wreaking havoc on the world, and disasters are everywhere. If we still follow the rules and let the coalition government provide disaster relief alone, I am afraid it will be half the result with twice the result.

Captain Lang's suggestion is not inappropriate, but his actions are rigid and rigid, and he doesn't know how to adapt. I think it is not advisable."

"Wait a minute. The boy still has one question. Please ask the old gentleman to clarify his doubts."

"But it doesn't matter."

"In ancient times, corruption was rampant in the feudal era. Some people said, 'Those who are in official positions are accustomed to corruption and are no different from thieves. There are only one or two who can defend themselves.' Every time there is a disaster, officials often embezzle disaster relief.

Officials from all over the province, from the governor to the county and county officials, had their hands on the money, causing the victims to starve to death thousands of miles away."

Lang Hua continued: "Learning from the past, how can you ensure that regional alliances will not line their own pockets and abandon the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of compatriots?"

"this……"

"Of course the old man can't answer. The Buddha said that people have a conscious nature, and they also have habits such as greed, anger, and ignorance. Looking at the entire society, egoists make up the majority, and those who are upright and upright are rare. If we really let each locality handle their own supplies, I'm afraid

Not one out of ten is actually distributed to the survivors."

"For many years, the distribution of disaster relief materials has been in the hands of the United Government Secretariat, which must be allocated every time there is a natural or man-made disaster. Secretary-General Jiang has kept a clear distinction between public and private affairs for many years. When he was in office, he often spoke up for the disadvantaged groups, and everyone saw it. How can we still do it?

Can you find a more suitable candidate than Secretary-General Chu?"

"Now that the Military Control Commission has been established to perform the functions of the coalition government, you have to find some people who don't know how to handle it on your behalf. Isn't it just that you are looking far away from the near? How ridiculous."

By the time Lang Hua finished speaking eloquently, the old gentleman had already stopped laughing.

He shook his head and said: "Chengdu Lang is quick in thinking and what he said is well-founded. In this case, I have nothing to say." After saying that, he cupped his hands and sat back down.

At this time, someone in the crowd was whispering.

"Hey, let's see if he is Wugech'er from the Liangshan Yi ethnic group. I didn't expect him to come too."

"Yes, it is true. My grandfather once visited him when he took me to visit Liangshan."

"It looks like. During the coalition government era, the Yi people insisted on ethnic autonomy. It is said that he is a descendant of Chieftain Zimo. He has high prestige in the local Nuohe family. Many Qunuobimo families are also headed by him. I don't know that after the disaster in Liangshan

What is the situation of the 5 million people..."