Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"Craftsmen, Milan."

Milan took off his helmet, and Ivan and the others looked surprised.

"So young."

"I didn't expect him to be such a young man."

It was hard to accept, but they knew what was going on in their own country. They looked at Milan's equipment and then thought about the average level of education among the Yetis, who hadn't even finished prenatal education. They quickly understood and nodded in agreement.

"Good lad, you're brave...and strong."

"This thing must be quite heavy...tsk tsk, I really can't tell, it's so strong."

Curiosity lingered in their eyes, but surprise was quickly replaced by goodwill: since this was someone the Yeti trusted, then he was also one of their own, and someone who dared to fight and charge... so without a doubt, he was "on our side".

Having a skill is a good thing.

Ivan grinned—a whistle sounded from the guerrillas cleaning up the battlefield, and he glanced back, saying, "Looks like they're almost done over there."

"Pack up and head back to camp. The captain and the main force will be there soon."

The spirit is 7 Siwu 6

Yeti Squad Camp.

Nothing more unexpected happened at the Yeti camp.

After Milan and Froststar's squad returned to camp with the guerrillas, the tension in the entire camp vanished instantly, replaced by a reassuring and cheerful atmosphere; even the lightly wounded struggled to get up and participate in the preparations, taking out the refined charcoal provided by Milan to start a fire, and the several new campfires quickly rose with bright warmth.

The guerrillas arrived at the camp one after another, and the Yetis showed great enthusiasm for them.

And Milan... The first thing Milan did upon returning was to dismantle the wall surrounding the logistics personnel.

"Did we win? Well, seeing you all come back tells me we definitely won... So, did everything go smoothly? Did anyone get hurt?"

"We're alright. In fact... they're guerrillas. They joined the fight quickly and should be gradually making their way to the camp by now."

Simply put, that's it—and then the Yeti displayed a passion that Milan had never considered.

...Yes, just like now.

"Uncle Ivan! Look! This is the heater we seized last time. I knew it would be useful, and Milan fixed it!"

"You're surprised I'm still alive, aren't you! Tch, if Master Milan hadn't surrounded the injured so quickly, I probably wouldn't just have broken a bone."

The young Yetis excitedly surrounded the guerrilla fighters, sharing their experiences since they were separated; the seasoned and tough guerrillas softened their tough exteriors and joined in the lively chatter with the young Yetis.

Milan, meanwhile, was surrounded by several curious veterans.

"Kid... oh no, I'm used to calling them that, forgive me, young man."

Removing the shield guard's thick helmet, surprisingly, revealed pointed cat ears—a scruffy, cat-like man carrying a bowl of hot soup said with a curious look, "I heard from Vasily that your cooking skills seem pretty good."

"Did you repair those precious, broken crossbows they couldn't bear to throw away? Did you also tinker with those endless torches?"

"Hmm, a little bit of cooking skills."

Milan could maintain a perfect distance from people without any flaws, but he still felt a little uncomfortable under the purely curious gaze of older people, so he could only try his best to appear less awkward.

"The crossbow has been repaired, but it's only usable as is; the torch has some special craftsmanship involved, so it's okay for lighting, but its warmth is only really noticeable on the snowfield."

"Hiss, those kids said you were picked up from Colombia by Kannot?"

Several veterans gasped in astonishment: "Has Columbia's technology become this advanced?"

"..."

How am I supposed to respond to this topic?

"Forget it, let's not talk about those fancy things. We roughnecks wouldn't understand them anyway."

A Sarkaz man with a scar on his face approached, his eyes sharp, but his tone was relatively gentle.

"Young man, can you show us what you're wearing? It took us a while to get the whole team together when we got here, but I saw it clearly... Good heavens, those black dogs bombarded you with everything, and you actually withstood it all?"

The guerrilla fighters were taken aback: they had fought alongside the Shield Guards for a long time and knew that while their equipment was strong, it was also built on an astonishing weight. Furthermore, the Shield Guards rarely fought alone, but rather served as tactical units to protect and coordinate with other groups.

Even when they are in formation... they have specialized cooperative tactics, combat skills that provide mutual cover, and Originium Arts specifically designed to serve tactical purposes.

There's no one like Milan, charging forward while being attacked by dozens of people.

...Although their tactics and equipment would be enough to terrify several ancient cold weapon enthusiasts on Earth—Terra Superman and Terra Materials Science, isn't that amazing?

"There is still some damage."

Milan twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a professional smile: "The equipment I use to carve stones is made with special techniques. The main thing is that even if it's damaged, it's not very noticeable. To be honest, I'm not confident either. I'm just going to bite the bullet and do it. I'm just glad I can help."

"That's more than just helping out; if we didn't know better, we'd think they were one of the Shield Guards' brothers!"

The veterans laughed heartily. One of the infantry leaders, heavily armored, patted Milan on the shoulder and said warmly, "If it weren't for you holding the line, our bunch of kids might have been seriously injured... Good lad, our guerrillas are in dire need of someone like you, strong and skilled; we have a lot of old, worn-out stuff lying around, just waiting to be repaired and put to use!"

The guerrillas were very direct, perhaps because they were all veterans who had fought for so long that they had long since transcended the barriers between the infected and the demons, let alone accept a question about Milan.

Just as it seemed someone was about to say something, an extremely tall and imposing figure entered the camp, followed by several heavily armored shield guards. His body was even larger than that of ordinary shield guards, covered in dark, tarnished heavy armor, resembling a mobile steel fortress.

What is most striking is his head—in front of his face is not the observation window of the shield guard's helmet, but a visor that looks like an elongated metal skull, with huge, ferocious, curved horns extending from both sides of the helmet, like some kind of terrifying magical creature.

In that instant, the camp fell silent.

Chapter 24 - What do you think? (2/5)

He was carrying a huge shield that was even more terrifying than the Shield of the Shield Guard.

He carried a long, cold-looking halberd with double-edged blades and sharp, hard edges.

His figure was enormous, and the modular outline of his armor gave him the impression of a mountain range. A wide black cloth, resembling a cloak, cascaded down from the upper body of his armor. The ends were tattered, perhaps due to the long duration of the war, but they inevitably evoked images of smoke and clouds.

—When the second seal was opened, I heard a second living creature say, “Come!” Then another red horse came, and authority was given to the rider to take peace from the earth and to cause people to kill one another. And a large sword was given to him. (Revelation Chapter 6)

Even if the other party didn't deliberately display any imposing aura, and even if there was still some distance between them... even though she had been prepared because of the impression from the game, Milan still felt that there were indeed some people whose mere existence could bring a suffocating sense of oppression, making the air seem thick and even the dust dry and coarse.

This is the legend of Ursus, the last pure-blooded Wendigo, a war machine born of nature.

Patriot, Bozocasti.

"Hey Hey……"

Just as Milan noticed the figure due to the change in atmosphere, and was shocked by the impact, a low laugh suddenly came from beside him—it was a feeling of "I had already guessed it, but I just wanted to watch the show and couldn't hold it in."

He came to his senses.

They realized that the stagnation in the atmosphere lasted only a moment. After that one moment, all the tension and suffocation disappeared. The Yetis and the guerrillas were not unaware of Patriot's arrival, but apart from paying their respects, they continued to eat, drink, and chat as usual.

It seems they've long been accustomed to the presence of such a towering figure... or rather, to them, beneath this familiar and astonishing exterior lies simply a silent but reliable elder.

Turning back—he saw Patriot also gesturing to the others, his gaze seemingly lingering on him for a moment before being drawn to another figure; Froststar went to meet him, and although Patriot's arrival didn't seem to change her taciturn nature, he could still sense her subtle concern.

She walked over to Patriot, whose towering figure, Wendigo, expertly bowed his head. The two exchanged a few brief words before entering the tent with the others.

"I knew this kid would be quite startled when he first met the captain."

"Who made a bet with you? Isn't this a matter of course? Rather, it would be strange if you weren't shocked when you first met the captain!"

The two guerrilla veterans beside her chuckled. Milan, coming to her senses, looked at the two men, her face gradually turning into a look of—

—No, are you veterans usually this bored?

"Hey, you two, a laugh is enough. Don't go too far. He's a craftsman, you'll know you're wrong when he gets the chance to take your screws off."

Among the group of veterans chuckling to themselves, Ivan was the most mature, or rather, the most reliable. Seeing Milan's increasingly pained expression, he quickly stopped his comrades, coughed twice, and said:

"Well, look, I'm too old to take advantage of you, so I'll just call you Little Craftsman Master."

"I don't know how long you've been with the Yeti, or how well you've packed up all the Yeti's stuff... I mean, make sure you get a good rest today. For the next while, we'll be traveling with the Yeti, all together."

"Look at our guerrilla team's equipment, do you have time to take a look at it for us?"

Inside the Yeti's tent.

Patriot, Frostnova, Petrova, and several other partisan officers who served as Patriot's deputies were talking together by the torchlight.

"Uncle Tokarev, where did these black dogs come from?"

There were no outsiders present; to the Yeti, they were all like family elders. Petrova didn't put on a stern face like she did when dealing with other unruly children, but instead asked directly, "Suddenly appearing and rushing at us like madmen, it felt like a fight to the death... When did these scumbags become so courageous?"

"They have no backbone at all; they're just completely insane."

The partisan mage officer known as Tokarev shook his head: "We found a black mine during our march. We originally intended to take it down, but we didn't expect there to be a path inside that leads to another nearby outpost."

"According to the rules, we attack and then liberate our compatriots, but since they actually received reinforcements after asking for help, we have no choice but to defeat them all at once."

The officer spoke in a relaxed tone, but towards the end he said with a hint of helplessness, "But there was really nothing we could do. They outnumbered us, and we also had to keep an eye on the safety of our compatriots and other fleeing guys... So the last one was caught up here, and then you ended up in the situation you encountered."

"That's really... -Moonchair, two neighbors, Japanese clothing, a three-bell O, just like that..."

Petrova clicked her tongue: There's really no way to say this. Such battles are commonplace for guerrillas, but for Yetis... Yetis are relatively better at raids on fixed areas and pre-planned ambushes. In encounters, fighting outnumbered can be quite a headache.

"Speaking of which, there are quite a few of them. The one that ran away also includes officers, and it seems there are a few mages and some considerable equipment."

The officer glanced at the Patriot, who had difficulty speaking, and spoke first: "How are you doing? What are your losses?"

"We were just setting up camp on our way when these dogs pounced on us like dogs in the middle of the night, which caught us off guard."

Petrova glanced at Frostnova, who nodded, and then she continued, "Well... they did cause us a lot of trouble. When we were initially on the defensive, we mainly relied on Originium Crystals for defense. Big Sister was completely tied down in the front, and we didn't expect them to have a flanking attack."

"If we're talking about the one with the biggest influence, it has to be Master Milan..."

Because she herself directly experienced the frontal attack on the camp and was mobilized to organize the defense in the rear, and witnessed the whole process, Petrova's account was very detailed: Milan built a wall, Milan put on amazing stone armor, and Milan almost single-handedly defended the entire rear gate from the enemy attack.

Frostnova then added the following: Milan supported the front, Milan launched a counterattack, Milan smashed through the enemy's formation like a battering ram, and finally, with the help of the Yeti, they were completely defeated...

"Big Daddy."

Seeing the increasingly surprised and thoughtful expressions on the faces of the guerrilla officers as she spoke, Petrova looked at Frostnova and said to Patriot, "We actually have an idea. After spending these days together, most of the Yetis think that Master Milan is easy to talk to, disciplined, skilled, and capable of handling things in critical moments."

“We were thinking of proposing to formally invite Master Milan into the Yeti organization, but Big Sister said we should discuss it when we meet you… What do you think?”

Chapter 25: New Expansion

Milan woke up very early.

Although he had been busy marching all day, researching all afternoon, and then busy with an encounter battle all night, the previous day had indeed been incredibly busy for him, so much so that as one of the main figures in the small post-war celebration, he couldn't even slip away when he wanted to.

Exhausted.

And... the vodka from these Ursus bears is really strong.

This is the only remaining impression of Milan to this day.

However, even that level of exhaustion and the stifling effect of alcohol didn't keep him in bed: it must be said that for a former college student who had fallen out of the embrace of industrial Cthulhu, the Yeti's living standards were indeed a bit too harsh—their bedding was like this, and so were the roommates in the same tent.

On the other hand, perhaps due to the effects of time travel and the cheat code, he could indeed feel that his energy was more abundant than before the time travel, and his need for sleep also decreased significantly.

—Steve's physique with an infinite stamina bar! Kid!

If he hadn't been completely uninterested in whether staying up for three days would summon phantoms, he wouldn't have ended up skipping the night by lying down in bed halfway through... However, the fact that the Yeti's bed couldn't be "set as a resurrection point" was confirmed, but it was also within his expectations.

—When will I be able to get some wool to try it out?

Just like the past few days, every time Milan woke up in bed, this thought would pop into his head: after all, he had no interest in directly testing whether he could be resurrected by risking his life, but using a bed to test whether he could set up a resurrection point... He not only had the guts, but he was also very bold.

"what……"

His breath condensed into white mist in the perennial freezing air of Ursus.

The camp had awakened. If it were only the Yeti members, there would only be a few early risers and night shift workers talking at this hour, but the arrival of the guerrillas had made the camp lively. It was clear that the spoils obtained from the simple cleanup of the battlefield last night had been taken out for identification and sorting today, including weapons, armor, supplies, and even a lot of clothes had been stripped off.

Yes, this fully demonstrates how poor the infected guerrillas are.

"Ah, Master Milan."

Perhaps to coordinate with the logistical inventory, Vasily was one of the early risers; he greeted Milan, who nodded in return, and asked, "What, judging by this, aren't we breaking camp today?"

"The guerrillas' spoils need to be sorted. Most of the supplies from the adults' side are kept here. Now we need to take inventory and put them into storage. On the other hand, they said they also need to settle the compatriots they just rescued."

"So I heard from my older sister that the guerrillas are resting here for a day... Oh right, I just happened to see you."

"?"

"Look, to be fair, with yesterday's battle and the motives brought back by Daddy's troops, this wave of spoils is quite substantial."

Vasily smiled and asked expectantly, "Master Milan, since we don't have to march today, could you help me see if there's anything we can salvage that's still usable?"

"...There are quite a few."

Following Vasily to the warehouse, we saw that a clearing had been set up outside the warehouse. Several Yeti members and guerrilla fighters had been busy for a while, and it was clear that many items had been roughly sorted out.

Upon seeing Milan arrive, people, both acquaintances and strangers, greeted him warmly.