Puluo Town Scadivow Base, the sky is clear and bright.
In the sunlight, two spindle-shaped transport ships, one high and one low, were hovering in the air, gradually descending under the guidance of flags held by the ground navigator. The roar of the massive anti-gravity devices enveloped the airspace above the landing pad, causing the isolation net surrounding it to ripple delicately like water.
On the transport platform beside the landing pad, a variety of materials had already piled up. Dozens of mechas were transporting aviation containers onto the conveyor belt of the cargo elevator. Below the platform, hundreds of cargo mechas and heavy trucks lined up in over a dozen long queues, densely packed, like ants scurrying under a tree stump, tirelessly moving back and forth.
