Piles of supplies stacked like small mountains.
The food was placed together, some daily necessities were put together, and then all kinds of guns and ammunition were gathered in one place. Those people were quite resistant to guns and ammunition, as they had suffered greatly from them and carried deep psychological scars. The Adjutant told them that only with these things could they better protect themselves, so whether they liked it or not, they had to transport these things back.
The Adjutant dismantled the intact machine gun on the battle car. As he roamed the arena, the body that once terrified him didn't seem so frightening anymore.
He stopped in front of one body.
