Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

"Won't my working here interfere with your work?"

Milan responded to each of them, speaking to Vasily; Vasily looked at them and said, "Then you come over here first. There might be more trucks coming and supplies being loaded onto them. Let's clear the way..."

——Dong Ling Er Yi Leng Ba Er.

A 700-kilogram workbench, a wooden parts manufacturing table, and a craftsman's station appeared out of nowhere, lined up against the outer wall of the warehouse; Milan let out a long breath and stretched his limbs, a sight that attracted the curious glances of many guerrillas.

"Is this what you call craftsmanship? Old Scarface, have you ever seen it before?"

"No, you know what, I've never seen anything like this before at my age... I just feel like something's not quite right."

"Hehe, never seen this before, have you?"

The one who said this was a young Yeti man. He rubbed his nose and puffed out his chest with a hint of smugness: "I'm telling you, Master Milan is really amazing. This is nothing. He brought out these few square things. We'll probably see Master Milan's real skills soon... But why does it seem like there are two more?"

Leaving aside the young man and his elders' proud expressions, Milan glanced at the categorized spoils: he skipped over the not-so-clean clothes, as well as the food, alcohol, and other luxuries. The Ursus Chervin gold coins did catch his eye, but his attention ultimately fell on the captured Ursus military equipment.

Infantry saber, similar to the infected inspectors in the game, is a weapon generally issued to the lowest-ranking soldiers.

Infantry breastplates, perhaps because the craftsmanship of armor is always more complex than that of weapons, the protective gear used by most basic infantry units is not much different.

Ursus Assault Crossbow... Oh, I've analyzed that before, but if I remember correctly, isn't this the weapon of the bungee jumping zombie—no, the paratrooper? I don't recall seeing paratroopers the night before.

"Oh, and this..."

In the darkness and firelight, a series of spears clattered and pierced his body, then splintered and broke apart. As the first weapon to "pierce" him, Milan was undeniably impressed. He picked up a spear and placed it on the workbench, activated the interactive function to summon the cube, and the spear immediately floated up as if weightless.

At the same time, a dark green grid, reminiscent of a 3D model and possessing a data-driven feel, reappears on the surface of the spear.

Ursus Standard Assault Rifle

- Default parsing in progress... to achieve recognition

-Related equipment blueprint [Long Spear], related module [Mushroom Fantasy]

- Durable handle + Durable handle + Small blade

——Wow~

Milan raised an eyebrow.

He had tried to tinker with the Yeti Squad's equipment before. In fact, the process of checking and repairing the Yeti Squad's inventory equipment a while ago was also a process of analysis. The Yeti Squad had a small number of unit types and a lack of equipment, and their types basically overlapped with the types of equipment blueprints that came with his Tinkers Construct.

There's really nothing we can do about this.

But... he had been struggling with this before: if the core of the cheat was Tinker's Soul, even without considering the content he had actually handled, the bag he wrote before transmigrating could be considered the complete Tinker's Soul package; after transmigrating, all he could see was the original content, and even if there seemed to be some additional expansion in materials, there was no foreseeable hope in this land.

On the contrary, he felt it was a pity that he hadn't had the chance to work with the various equipment blueprints... Now he sees that they were all waiting for him!

Chapter 26 - You Can Give It a Try

The newly unlocked blueprint is like a key of hope, opening a dusty corner of the Tinkers' Armory in Milan's memory: he has realized that he is carrying the cheat code of MCIIO侕二]陕铃^逡, but the world is not the world of Minecraft.

Perhaps I'll never be able to touch all the materials in the "Craftsman's Encyclopedia" in my lifetime... Well, human resources are sometimes limited, there's really nothing I can do about it.

Regarding the elements of "changing the world"—if even the field of "technology," specifically the [equipment blueprints], has all gone down the drain, then he has to admit he does feel a bit heartbroken.

—Without some passion for craftsmanship, who would put so much effort into a mod like Tinker's Soul?

But now it's different.

Although the available options were still meager, with materials and blueprints being scarce, it did not diminish his momentary fantasy: once the technology was in place, so what if there was no special material, magical metal?

With the [Military Flag] in my left hand, the [Giant's Sword] in my right, and a [Tactical Bayonet Laser Rifle] on my shoulder... looking at the quality of our Minecraft, even if it's all made of ordinary iron, I can still rub the conventional forces of this world against the wall!

Well, that's about it; after all, for players, as long as there's a possibility, nothing else matters.

But that's enough of my daydreaming time—Milan shook his head, shaking off the mental whirlwind of excitement over the possibilities; he took a deep breath, and while still feeling excited, quickly checked the other spoils.

But this stroke of luck seems to have run its course: perhaps because the enemy was just a ragtag army, the spoils were mostly basic items, and the analysis results were unremarkable, offering him nothing new.

Ursus gold coins might be decent, but they're of no help to him.

……wrong.

Milan's gaze swept across the gold coins, then suddenly returned: he blinked, carefully recalling the fleeting image before his eyes—that is, his current field of vision—and suddenly grasped a flash of inspiration.

Just because there were only Yetis in the camp before doesn't mean there are only Yetis in the camp now!

"excuse me."

Among the onlookers was a familiar face. Seeing Milan's waving gesture, the old man pointed to himself in confusion.

"Yes, yes, I remember... Mr. Repin?"

"I'm not used to you being so polite."

This was a shield bearer from the Rupo tribe, his pointed ears a distinctive feature of his race; he was one of the veterans who had been secretly gloating over Milan earlier, and now he was leaning on his heavy shield, watching the young men tally their spoils, with the satisfaction of a successful hunt returning to the nest to show off the catch to his youngsters—and then Milan caught him red-handed.

"I'm quite old, so please call me Uncle Repin."

He smiled and said, "Young craftsman, are you looking for me?"

"I should say I'm not just looking for you... but the order doesn't really matter."

Milan said, "If I remember correctly, I promised to maintain your equipment before I got drunk yesterday. Is it convenient for you now?"

"Is now a convenient time...? Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

Old Repin paused for a moment, then a complex expression of gratitude and embarrassment appeared on his face: "Well, isn't this troublesome? Wasn't Vasily the kid who asked you to come..."

“I’m not here to help with inventory counting. Rather, he asked me to come just to help check the goods. I can’t handle the inventory counting, and repairing the inventory won’t make a difference in a short time.”

Milan chuckled. Having spent so much time with these simple, honest people on the snowy plains, he seemed less reserved than he had been before his transmigration: "Anyway, we don't have anything to do today, so can we start now?"

"Of course! Of course it's convenient!"

Old Repin nodded quickly, then picked up his large shield and stepped forward, saying, "So, young craftsman, where do you think we should put it? On this block?"

Is it too late for me to say that I can actually carry it?

Seeing the overly straightforward and somewhat excited old shield guard, Milan opened his mouth, revealing a helpless expression, while the veteran was still lamenting: "To be honest, it's not just my gear, all of our old buddies... ever since they left the Ursus regular army, it's safe to say they've basically never been properly maintained."

"If you count the days, it's been almost twenty years... It's also because we roughnecks weren't skilled enough. Now this guy isn't as imposing as he used to be; all he's left is his sturdiness to block swords."

"Those ingenious gadgets inside, sigh, they're long since obsolete."

"..."

Milan, overwhelmed by the sentimental attachment to the equipment that bound them together in life and death, didn't respond. He simply nodded, watching as the other placed the massive shield, far larger than the workbench, on it—a sight that seemed somewhat comical—and then, under the gaze of countless people, his consciousness connected with the workbench.

The massive, heavy shield, which looked battered and bruised, suddenly floated into the air without warning or any support!

"Wow……"

The people around were stunned by this astonishing contrast!

But no matter how much they exclaimed, it had no effect on Milan at the moment: Milan's consciousness was immersed in the workbench, because a data stream that was larger and more precise than the previous analysis suddenly flooded into his mind; the 3D model built by the scan, the three-view perspective, the internal structure and stress analysis, and even the internal transmission structure... all kinds of information rushed in, causing the saturation of the food he had secretly filled with roasted potatoes to drop rapidly, until even two chicken legs fell off before it stopped.

[Ursus Shield Guard Standard Tower Shield]

- Default parsing in progress... Recognition achieved.

-Related equipment blueprint [Riot Door Panel (Large Shield)], related module [Mushroom Fantasy]

-Large plate + shield base + helmet base

-Material iteration analysis...identification achieved.

-Temporarily named "Shield Guard Black Steel," based on compatibility with the material [Obsidian Steel] and the module [Composite Material].

—Sure enough.

A realization dawned on Milan: the Shield Guards' equipment wasn't just thick metal plates; their seemingly bulky armor and shields themselves had built-in mechanical structures—Milan couldn't quite understand them, but perhaps these structures were once used to share the load, transmit impact, or even have Originium Arts considerations.

However, due to a long period of neglect, they now only function as metal plates.

"To be honest, with the resources I currently have, I can't guarantee that it will definitely be useful."

Milan opened his eyes, looked at the visibly excited veteran Rupert, and said earnestly:

"But based on the problems we've seen so far... I think it's worth a try."

Chapter 27: The Clever Craftsman

- Deterioration of composite fibers, resulting in multiple breaks, deformations, and corrosion in the transmission mechanism.

- The linkage mechanism is stuck, and the Originium circuit is aging and malfunctioning.

- Loss of structural function

2. Milan took a deep breath.

As for his suggestion to "give it a try," there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, old Repin was more than happy for him to do it: what could be worse for the shield? At worst, it could just be reassembled and used as a metal shell as before.

After witnessing firsthand the workbench's almost futuristic working mode, no one would have any doubts about foolish questions like, "Won't this thing be impossible to put back together after being taken apart?"

So Milan counted on their fingers, calmed their emotions before going all out, and got serious.

"...It's on."

His thoughts sank into the three side-by-side work blocks. Perhaps it was the block's own design that created the connection. At this moment, the workbench, the craftsman's station, and the component manufacturing station seemed to establish an invisible data chain. Based on the workbench's analytical capabilities, the overall blueprint of the entire shield was projected onto the craftsman's station, while the detailed modeling of individual components appeared on the component manufacturing station.

The large shield rotated on the workbench as if guided by his will, disassembling itself into different structures as if it were alive, and then further disassembling into different parts; Milan tapped his finger lightly, and several metal parts were disassembled for repair, several parts were inspected, and then a few more... He thought for a moment and took out rocks and wood from his inventory.

The component manufacturing station is starting to get going.

It felt like adjusting a model using software like CAD or 3DS—the materials seemed to obey his commands spontaneously, quickly rusting and being polished, and stiff moving parts were lubricated and made to move again; for a few parts that were so difficult to pry back even with the strength of a workbench, Milan thought for a moment and sawed out a shape with a stone amidst a series of creaking sounds.

—It's still not okay without a stove...

He clearly has scrap iron on hand, but because he can't smelt it and the parts manufacturing station is restricted from processing the iron, he's at a loss. Maybe he'll find a way to bypass the restrictions as the project progresses, but for Milan, who is still a novice, he really has no solution.

However, once the component issues were resolved, assembly was no longer a difficult task—just like when this thing spontaneously disassembled, when the disassembled components were reassembled, the various components also spontaneously rotated, pieced together, and combined, as if precisely restored as if influenced by a magnetic force.

Finally, in a series of precise, reverse-motion-like images, the shield guard's massive shield returned to its original, intact state, just as it had been placed there; although its surface was still riddled with scars—a problem that Milan's circumstances couldn't solve—it appeared, at least, no different from before.

"Just give it a try."

Milan, who seemed a little mentally exhausted, forced a smile.

"...(One-) Age $ Crying Eight is a device IV Woof!"

It wasn't until then that the growing crowd of onlookers seemed to remember they could breathe, letting out surprised croaks; whether it was a passing Yeti, a member of the guerrilla force, or a Yeti checking its inventory, everyone stopped in their tracks upon seeing this scene.

Repin, however, paid no attention to his companion's strange expression. He quickly took down his shield: it felt a little light in his hand, but that was alright! Following the usual movements of a shield guard, he held the shield up with both hands from the inside, and inspected it from the inside with a motion that seemed to have been unused for a long time...

Then he raised his shield and executed a tactical parry, still as practiced as ever.

The great shield did not remain dormant as it always had. It trembled slightly as if waking from a dream, making a sound like a large animal yawning after waking up. Then, with a "click," it trembled in his hand in conjunction with the armor!

"It moved! It's alive!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Whether they were young Yetis or older guerrilla fighters, their eyes lit up and they cheered like a jeering crowd. Someone even urged old Repin to try a few more moves, and the old shield guard did not hesitate—he checked the shield repeatedly with the inspection movements that were tested in the shield guard's on-the-job training.

Then, with a loud shout, he unleashed a series of combat techniques—some of which the shield did not respond, but in most of the actions, the shield gave a corresponding response, giving him a sense of familiarity that came with not long after he left the army.

"This can move... Holy crap! This thing can actually move!"

"It's amazing!"

"Yefimovich, you old codger, you're really lucky!"

Milan smiled with a sense of satisfaction.

He could actually see that the durability of the [Ursus Shield Guard Standard Tower Shield] had indeed recovered somewhat when he left the workbench, and judging from the modeling blueprint that only he could see—perhaps this cheat was ultimately an ability, and it was being updated based on his own understanding: he could see that the blueprint that was analyzed when the shield was put on the workbench had large areas of red.

Just like the HUD (Head-Up Display) in mecha anime, which displays the self-test fault alarm screen of the mecha.

He didn't know the essence of the Shield Guard's equipment, how each part was disassembled and connected, what its function was, or how to repair it... but he had a cheat code.

At least after the repair, some areas of the color blocks did become less red, which means that the work wasn't a waste of time.

The defenders were well aware of this: not to mention that Milan had made it clear enough beforehand, they themselves knew how difficult it would be to repair their equipment—from the very beginning, they had not expected Milan to actually be able to fix these old, worn-out machines that had been neglected for years.

Any structural, stable, or even slightly functional recovery would be an unexpected boon for them, restoring their combat effectiveness.

"Even Repin could catch his breath...wow, the young man's got some skills."

"Look at that old wolf's smile, it's so wide you'd think it was Walper with dyed fur."

"Wait, that thing... it doesn't look like Originium Arts. Hey, have any of you Sarkaz ever seen this before?"

"...I still feel like something's not quite right."

"Who cares? As long as I can fix it, that's a skill!"