"Go and put all these things away, and don't miss anything."

With the departure of the white night, a busy atmosphere enveloped the tank equipment workshop.

The engineers were still busy, fitting the power armor to the vehicles one by one. A muffled roar echoed through the air as the huge crane accurately placed the armor on the hull, and then the technicians quickly and skillfully fixed the screws for the final installation.

In another corner, a team of workers has prepared dozens of trucks, which are parked at the door of the workshop, waiting for the loading of power armor. These trucks are purpose-built to carry a large amount of power armor safely and with sufficient carrying capacity and stability to be able to safely transport large quantities of power armor to their destinations.

Workers dressed in uniform work clothes and methodically carry out the final inspection and preparations. They cleaned the truck's bed to make sure there was no debris affecting the loading process. Then, while starting the engine, they waited for the loading command of the power armor.

The commander stood in the control room of the workshop and observed the situation in the entire equipment workshop through the glass window. He kept his eyes on every movement of the workers, making sure everything was going according to plan.

Suddenly, a muffled horn sounded, announcing that the loading of the power armor was about to begin. Workers sprang into action, driving the trucks into the workshop one by one and stopping them in standby positions.

The workers worked together to activate the truck's lifting system while waiting for the power armor to be loaded. The huge crane let out a low chirp, then moved slowly, lifting the power armor and placing it precisely on the truck's bed.

The power armor was heavy and massive, but the operators of the cranes were experienced and placed them securely on the trucks. Workers then quickly secured each piece of armor to ensure that each piece of armor was securely seated in the compartment and would not move in any way during the journey.

Trucks were loaded with power armor and lined up in neat lines, waiting for the departure order to the warehouse. After the workers finished checking, they quickly closed the door of the carriage and took their seats in the driver's seat, waiting for instructions from the commander.

The commander pressed a button in the control room and gave the command to go. With a shocking whistle, dozens of trucks started their engines at the same time and began a slow and orderly march.

The team of trucks slowly drove out of the equipment workshop, along the wide road, and into the direction of the warehouse. They lined up in a row, advancing in an orderly manner, like a huge army of steel, solemn and mighty.

Workers on both sides of the road watched the trucks depart, waving and wishing for a smooth journey. The procession of trucks faded away from their gaze until they disappeared into the distance.

The trucks marched along the straight road, their headlights illuminating the front and dispelling the night. The night breeze whistling the carriage of the vehicle with a low whistling sound, accompanied by the roar of the engine, constituted a solemn march.

In the distance, the doors of the warehouse were already open, waiting for the arrival of the truck team. Lights illuminate the roads and guide them in the right direction. The trucks sped forward and disappeared into the darkness of the warehouse with the whistle of a whistle.

The warehouse was dark, and only the occasional moonlight shining through the skylight above barely illuminated some corners. Several trucks that had already arrived were parked at the gate of the warehouse, waiting for follow-up instructions. In the darkness, the muffled sound of the wheels mingled with the roar of the engine, making it seem particularly lonely.

The job of unloading is not easy, especially on a night like this. There is no artificial lighting in the warehouse, and workers rely on the faint light of a flashlight to operate. They wore thick overalls, gloves and goggles to prevent accidents.

The conductor stands in the center of the warehouse, holding a walkie-talkie, directing the unloading work. His voice echoed through the warehouse, with a hint of indifference and seriousness, as if the whole scene was immersed in an oppressive atmosphere.

The truck drivers drove close to the unloading point while patiently waiting for the commander's instructions. When they heard the command "stop, start unloading", they quickly parked the vehicle in the designated position.

The workers sprang into action, dividing into small groups with different unloading tasks. Some people hold flashlights to illuminate the situation in the carriage; Some people took tools and began to unfasten the fixtures; Others use cranes to lift the power armor down.

The whole process seemed a bit monotonous and tedious, but the workers didn't mind. They work silently, focusing only on the task at hand, without thinking too much about anything else.

The crane let out a low roar, and as the hook slowly descended, pieces of power armor were slowly lifted and then gently placed on the ground. Workers quickly drag them to the designated storage area and start the next round of operations.

In the dark warehouse, pieces of power armor were smoothly unloaded and then stacked on the ground in an orderly manner. The workers worked silently, without the slightest complaint or complaint, just silently completing the task at hand.

"Keep unloading! This is the last batch of the day! ”

The truckers waited, their expressions cold and calm, as if they didn't care about it. They just sat silently in the driver's seat, waited for the workers' instructions, and then carried them out step by step.

Over time, the power armor was unloaded and stacked in a corner of the warehouse. The temperature in the warehouse is gradually rising, and the air is filled with a greasy smell, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

The workers didn't care about that, they just worked silently, unloading the power armor one by one and stacking it on the ground. Their movements are skillful and skillful, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, as if all this is part of their daily routine, nothing more common.

In the dark warehouse, the workers worked silently without the slightest complaint or complaint. They just silently completed the task at hand, unloading the power armor one by one and stacking it on the ground.

A few hours had passed, and the power armor in the warehouse had all been unloaded and stacked neatly on the ground. The workers wiped their sweat and began to pack up their tools and prepare to leave.

The truckers restarted their engines and prepared to leave the warehouse and return to base. Their expressions remained cold and calm, without the slightest joy or excitement, as if it were all just their daily routine.

(End of chapter)