White Night stood at the edge of the camp, his gaze as sharp as a falcon, sweeping over the neatly lined up soldiers. His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate the thick clouds and reach the depths of the soldiers' hearts.

"Soldiers, there is a task for you to complete now." The voice of the white night echoed in the air, and every word seemed unusually clear.

The soldiers immediately straightened their backs, their eyes steadfast, and waited for the next order.

"See boxes and boxes of supplies?" Bai Ye pointed to the neatly stacked supply boxes not far away, "Your goal is to carry all these materials to the open space over there and stack them together. ”

The soldiers did not hesitate and immediately went into action. They quickly divided into groups, each of which was responsible for carrying a portion of the supplies. The heavy boxes seemed to be as light as a feather in their hands, and their steps were steady and powerful, and the ground shook slightly with each step.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and sweat, and the sunlight shone through the clouds on the ground, creating patches of dappled light and shadow. The figures of the soldiers shuttled through it, busy and orderly.

"Be careful, don't break what's inside!" A soldier reminded his companion, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Don't worry, I know the measure." Another soldier replied, confident in his tone.

From time to time, there was the sound of boxes colliding with each other, as well as the muffled gasps of the soldiers. Sweat was already oozing from their foreheads, but none of them stopped to rest.

Bai Ye stood aside, quietly observing the performance of the soldiers. There was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, and he knew that these soldiers were highly trained elites who were able to complete any task quickly and accurately.

As time passed, there were more and more crates of supplies in the clearing, and gradually piled up into a small mountain. The soldiers are also becoming more and more proficient in their movements, and they cooperate tacitly, as if they are a well-trained team.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind swept in, rolling up a cloud of dust. The soldiers had to temporarily stop and cover their mouths and noses to prevent sand and dust from entering their respiratory tracts.

"Everyone, be careful, this wind is coming a little strangely." White Night frowned, his instincts telling him that the gust of wind seemed unusual.

However, the wind soon subsided, and the soldiers continued to engage in the carrying work. They seem to have gotten used to this sudden change without any complaints or grievances.

Finally, with the joint efforts of the soldiers, all the supply boxes were moved to the open field and piled up into a huge mountain of supplies. The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and smiled tired and contented on their faces.

"Well done." Bai Ye's voice sounded again, and he walked up to the soldiers, his eyes full of appreciation, "You have worked hard. ”

The soldiers bowed their heads and saluted, indicating that they accepted Bai Ye's praise. They know that it's just their job and they don't need to praise too much.

However, White Night doesn't seem to be satisfied with that. He looked around, his gaze deep and complex. He knew that this task was just a small episode in their next series of missions. They still have more challenges and difficulties to face.

"Soldiers, our mission is not over." Bai Ye's voice sounded again, and there was a hint of firmness and determination in his tone, "Next, we have more work to do. I hope that you can continue to maintain this efficient and tacit state and accomplish our mission together. ”

The soldiers straightened their backs again, their eyes shining with determination. They know that there is still a long way to go, but they have the confidence to walk through this difficult journey with White Night.

In this way, Bai Ye and the soldiers continued their work, and their figures faded away in the afterglow of the night, leaving only the open space full of supplies to tell their story quietly in the wind.

The afterglow of the night sprinkled over the clearing, illuminating the piles of materials stacked on top of each other in a golden and dappled light. These boxes come in a variety of shapes and sizes, from square to irregularly shaped. They are closely arranged and stand like hills, forming a unique landscape.

Looking closer, each box of materials looks heavy, as if it contains endless power. Some of the boxes are wrapped in heavy iron sheets, and the surface is covered with scratches and rust, witnessing their journey through wind and rain; Others are made of lightweight plastic, which may seem fragile but can withstand the pressure of heavy objects.

In the crevices between the supply boxes, some fine dust and weeds can be seen from time to time. These seemingly insignificant details add a bit of vividness and realism to the whole scene. The afterglow of the night shines through the cracks and sprinkles on the ground, forming patches of dappled light and shadow, as if telling the story behind these supply boxes.

Under the stacking of supply boxes, the clearing appeared unusually empty and silent. The originally flat ground has been crushed to the point of unevenness, and cracks have even appeared in some places. These fissures are like the marks of time, recording the weight and vicissitudes of this vacant land.

At the edge of the clearing, a few tenacious grasses poked their heads out of the cracks, their leaves covered in dust, but still trying to grow upward. The presence of these grasses adds a touch of vitality and vitality to this empty clearing.

At this moment, a breeze blew, causing the dust and weeds on the supply boxes to flutter gently. These subtle changes seem to animate the whole scene, as if you can hear their whispering voices.

As time passed, the afterglow of the night faded into the sky, and the night began to fall. In the hazy night, these stacked supply boxes appear even more mysterious and solemn. They stand silently in the clearing, as if waiting for the next dawn to come.

In the clearing, the crushed and uneven marks appear deeper in the night. They are like the ravines of time, recording everything that this land has experienced. And those tenacious grasses also look more tenacious and tenacious in the night.

At this moment, a sound of insects sounded, breaking the silence of the night. These voices echoed in the empty clearing, as if telling the story of the night. And those stacked supply boxes, against the backdrop of the night and the sound of insects, seem more quiet and solemn.

As time passed, the night grew darker and darker, and the entire clearing was shrouded in darkness. However, the stacked crates still stand, like guards of the land, silently guarding this empty and mysterious place.

In the darkness, the shapes and outlines of the crates were blurred, and only the large figures of them stacked on top of each other could be faintly seen. And the uneven clearing that was pressed down seemed even deeper and more mysterious in the darkness.

In this way, this empty space full of supplies exists quietly in the night, waiting for a new day to come. And those stacked supply boxes will continue to carry their mission and responsibility, quietly guarding this land.

As night fell, starlight dotted the sky, and the towering boxes of supplies seemed to become a fortress of silence in the night. Suddenly, the roar of engines was heard in the distance, breaking the silence of the night. Several huge trucks slowly drove into view, their lights creating bright tracks of light in the darkness.

The truck stopped next to the pile of supplies, the door creaked open, and the workers stepped out of the car one after another. Their figures appear blurry and heavy in the light, as if they are burdened with invisible pressure. The smell of dust and oil fills the air, mixed with the coolness of the night, making it feel a little dull.

"Let's get started, hurry up." A worker said in a gruff voice, his voice echoing across the open field.

The other workers didn't say much, they walked to the pile of materials and began to carry them. Their movements were not very fast, but they seemed to be methodical. Boxes of supplies were unloaded from the pile and carefully carried to the truck's compartment.

"Be careful, don't break it." A worker reminded his companion with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Got it, don't be verbose." Another worker replied, though his tone was a little impatient, but his movements were more careful.

As time passed, the trucks loaded with more and more supplies, and the empty cargo compartments gradually filled up. Fine beads of sweat began to ooze from the workers' foreheads, which were particularly noticeable in the light. Their breathing also became heavy, and each movement seemed to exhaust all the strength of their bodies.

"How many more haven't been moved?" A worker asked, pausing to wipe his sweat.

"There are quite a few, let's work harder." Another worker replied, his gaze flashing with determination as he looked at the still-towering pile of crates.

The truck's lights twinkle in the night, mingling with the stars. The workers continued to be busy, their figures looking unusually tired in the light. However, they did not stop what they were doing, but silently persevered.

Just then, a cool breeze blew, bringing up a cloud of dust. Workers sideways avoided the dust. After the wind passed, they threw themselves into the handling work again, as if the gust of wind was just a small episode.

Time passed imperceptibly, and the supplies on the truck were finally moved. The workers breathed a sigh of relief, with tired and satisfied smiles on their faces. They looked at each other, and there was a hint of tacit understanding and relief in their eyes.

"It's finally done." One worker sighed, a hint of relief in his voice.

"yes, it's not easy." Another worker replied, his gaze at the already much shorter crate of supplies, and a sense of accomplishment welled up in his heart.

Several trucks started one after another, and the roar of the engines rang out again. Workers stepped aside and watched as the truck slowly drove out of the field. Their figures faded in the light and eventually disappeared into the night.

Silence had returned to the grounds, except for the much shorter crates standing silently in the night. They seem to witness the scenes of the hard work of the workers, and also witness the hustle and bustle of the site.

As the night deepened, the stars still shone brightly. Everything on the venue seems to be immersed in this tranquility and depth, waiting for the arrival of a new day. And those workers will also find their own rest and tranquility in the depths of the night.

After the supplies were removed one by one, the square instantly became empty, empty and lonely. The hustle and bustle of the past is gone, leaving only a quiet blank.

The afterglow of the night sprinkled on the square, dyeing every inch of the land golden yellow. The dust on the ground is particularly delicate in the afterglow, like a thin golden veil that gently covers the square. At the edge of the square, a few lonely grasses swayed in the wind, their leaves gently rubbing against the ground, making a subtle sound, as if telling the loneliness and loneliness of the land.

In the center of the square, the place that was originally full of supplies was empty at the moment, and only a few shallow traces remained, as if it was proof that the material box once existed. These traces are particularly eye-catching in the reflection of the night, like the mark left by time on this land, telling the busyness and fulfillment of the past.

The air around me seemed to be exceptionally fresh, without the smell of dust and sweat, only a faint smell of grass and earth. The breeze blew through and took away the last trace of heat, leaving behind a piece of coolness and tranquility.

In the distance, several buildings stand silently, their silhouettes blurred and hazy in the afterglow of the night. These buildings seem to be watching this empty square, witnessing its change and silence.

At this moment, the square is like a static painting, without the hustle and bustle of the past, only an emptiness and tranquility. It lies there quietly, waiting for the next story to begin.

As the days passed, the night began to sink and the sky began to darken. The light in the square gradually became soft and hazy, as if shrouded in a faint layer of mist. This empty square is even more mysterious and deep in the night, and one can't help but want to explore the story behind it.

The night breeze gradually rose, bringing a hint of coolness. The grass on the square swayed gently in the night breeze, making a rustling sound, as if telling the loneliness and tranquility of the night. Buildings in the distance loom in the night, their lights flickering in the night sky, adding a bit of life and warmth to this empty square.

At this moment, although the square is empty and empty, it is full of endless reverie and possibilities. It is like an uncarved piece of jade, waiting for someone to discover its value and charm. Perhaps one day in the future, this square will become lively and bustling again, becoming a new place for stories to take place.

And tonight, it belongs to itself, lying there quietly, enjoying the peace and solitude of the night. It seems to be thinking about its past and future, and it also seems to be telling a silent story.

In this way, this empty square exists quietly in the night, waiting for a new day. No matter how it changes in the future, it will always remember the tranquility and emptiness of this moment, and become a unique scenery in the long river of time.

(End of chapter)