There was still some time before the start of the "Three-Day Miracle" operation, but the action objective had yet to be finalized.

Five-Wheeled had obtained a lot of battlefield reconnaissance from the Shadow Intelligence Bureau, but he had to choose the one with the highest strategic value to ensure that the players’ collective action achieved the desired results in the first phase.

This wasn’t a simple task.

Five-Wheeled was busy in the command center, with even the Old Soldier of the Qing Dynasty, who should have been training on the front line, being called over to act as his temporary deputy. Twenty-five new recruits, who were asked to join the game a few days earlier, were also tasked with reviewing and analyzing the battlefield intelligence, with sixteen hours left before they had to make a decision.

If they didn’t want to be harshly criticized offline by the irritable Old Qin, they’d better be more mindful.

Besides them, the players’ assembly was nearing its end. The remote commands by Old Qin demanded that this battle be as grandiose as possible to lay a solid foundation for the second phase of the "Three-Day Miracle," so the recruitment scope was not limited to combatants.

Administrative and manufacturing players wanting to participate were welcomed with open arms by the general staff because of their high "strategic value," though their participation wasn’t mandatory.

Unexpectedly, these players responsible for logistics were incredibly enthusiastic about the battle. As soon as the general staff issued combat orders, a group of manufacturers rushed to sign up as if fearing they’d miss this opportunity.

"Damn! I’ve been pounding on anvils for over three months. Just looking at those blueprints now gives me a headache."

In the soldiers’ mess underground at the Maginot Line, one of Transylvania’s outstanding craftsmen, Hundred Forging Big Horse, gobbled down wolf meat buns while complaining to a group of excited craftsmen beside him:

"Although I’ve trained apprentices with my bro, those high-end products still require a personal touch. Just customizing weapons for the People’s Army commander has been incredibly challenging, but fortunately, I haven’t let the brothers down.

The improved version of the Transylvania alloy is complete, and the brothers can finally use qualified Psychic Weapons.

The Silver Dwarfs contributed some weapon blueprints, and we can finally boast that our alien pig trotters have evolved into monkey hands, scraping by to make truly exquisite weapons."

"You’re awesome, bro!"

Sitting at the table, Bulldozer Man raised a thumb in praise:

"The players’ internal equipment system will rely on craftsmen like you, but I heard the skills accumulated here can lead to breakthroughs back in reality. Haven’t you tried making Spirit Energy Alloy at home?"

"Nonsense, there’s no Spiritual Energy over there, how can I make any alloy?"

Broken Sword Master retorted:

"However, some of the unorthodox techniques I’ve learned here can indeed be applied there. Big Horse and I have designed a new batch of ornamental blades in Transylvania style at our knife company, with orders far exceeding expectations.

The problem is we don’t know when this lockdown will end; we all need to make money.

But if we’re talking about breakthroughs, it’s brother Mao we’ve got to look at! He went from nothing to developing a set of processing and manufacturing standards for Star Realm Wolf fur, and his handmade wolf fur cloaks have been praised by the elves."

"No, no, it was just good luck."

Still sporting artistically parted long hair and dressed like a fashion rebel, artist Brother Mao grinned, preparing tea for his bros with tea sets he carried around, and added:

"I just applied some of our world’s leather crafting techniques and did some minor localization work. As for the Elf Rangers loving those military cloaks, it was probably because I took advice from the Shadow Elven Tailor Master, which aligned the final product well with the elves’ aesthetic."

"Uh? Are you talking about the tailor master from Crimson Fort Artisan Street?"

The administrative player handling security, Admin Player Full Insurance Half Hang, was shocked and lowered his voice:

"That tailor master has a terrible reputation, having been jailed for sexual harassment complaints over seven times. Last time Auntie Mei went to arrest her, she was even forcefully kissed, making Auntie Mei almost shoot her in anger. These Shadow Elves are just outrageous in this regard!

You had the guts to team up with her; you’re quite something, weren’t you harassed?"

"Ahem, no, that charming lady is a very fine craftsman, and our exchanges were entirely based on mutual passion for tailoring techniques."

Brother Mao replied with a guilty tone.

But everyone present was seasoned enough to know where this guy’s insincere words were coming from, and they burst into laughter, expressing their admiration for Brother Mao’s "adventurous taste."

According to a certain anonymous domestic 003’s gossip from the forums, Brother Shark, the first to "sample" the taste of a Shadow Elf, still has PTSD when he hears the words ’Shadow Elf.’ It’s hard to say what the innocent Brother Shark experienced that night with the barmaid of Shadow Valley, but the Shadow Elves’ terrifying talent in the sensual department is certainly evident.

With everyone teasing, Brother Mao was a bit embarrassed, but soon, the "Armor Forging Four" holding several sets of armor came over to relieve his awkwardness.