Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Shen Ge peeled an apple and handed it to him: "Your dad is pretty honest."

"Mmm." He took it, took a bite, and juice burst out. "Bring pears next time, they're sweet."

"Lin Quan, I'm going back."

"Take care, Staff Officer Shen," he replied, his gun still held straight.

After finishing the extra training, I took a shower, washed my clothes, and went straight to sleep. When I opened my eyes, the whistle had already pierced the early morning.

Gathering, off-roading, carrying heavy loads... He stuffed two more sand bricks into his backpack.

What do people want from joining the army? Some want a safe place to live, some want a way out, and some want the responsibility they can shoulder.

But no matter what your motivation is, real confidence comes from solid skills.

A soldier's duty is to obey orders, carry a gun, and defend the place he is supposed to defend.

If the navy is to patrol the sea and crack down on smuggling, it needs to be quite skilled. Otherwise, it will be too late to fight back when it encounters desperate criminals.

The army guards thousands of kilometers of border, including snow lines, minefields, and no-man's-land. Which section is without undercurrents?

Needless to say, the air force cannot tolerate the slightest ambiguity in any part of the airspace.

A few days later, Long Baichuan led Jiang Xiaoyu and stepped into the beast camp.

To pay for her mother's medical treatment, Jiang Xiaoyu enlisted in the army and initially did odd jobs in the logistics department.

Two days ago, Long Baichuan witnessed him jump into the river and pull a little girl who was choking on water ashore, and he immediately had a change of heart.

This kid is quick-witted, sharp-tongued, and a bit cunning. Within a few days, he was assigned to the class led by Hachiro.

"I've pretty much mastered everything Hachiro taught me."

After spending three months in the beast camp, Lin Quan stood at the door of the head instructor's office, took a deep breath, and knocked three times.

"Please come in," Wu Gang's voice came from inside.

As soon as the door opened, Lin Quan stood at attention and saluted: "Chief Instructor!"

"Sit down." Wu Gang gestured with his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. "What is it?"

In school, students with outstanding grades naturally receive more attention from teachers;

The same applies in the military... If a recruit trains well, the officers are happy to mentor them more; if they train poorly, they need to be kept under closer supervision.

Keeping an eye on a slacker isn't about finding fault; it's about preventing him from falling behind and dragging down the whole squad.

In the classroom, no one might bother to talk to a struggling student; but it's different in the military... As long as a person is still on the payroll and hasn't received their discharge certificate, it's their business, the whole class's business, the whole platoon's business, the whole company's business, the whole battalion's business, and the whole regiment's business.

"Chief Instructor, I want to be transferred to the sea training ground," Lin Quan said bluntly.

He would never have said that if the instructor had been Lei Zhan or Gao Zhong.

Those two were as cold as iron, with only standards in their eyes and no room for negotiation.

But Wu Gang, Balang, Xiang Yu, Long Baichuan... are either easy to talk to, or they are tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

"Reason?" Wu Gang didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone flat.

"I heard there are two veterans at the sea training ground... I want to learn something real from them." Lin Quan said seriously, without revealing any flaws.

"Have you finished all the class training?"

"I want to push it up a bit more."

Wu Gang nodded: "Okay, approved."

The next morning, Lin Quan shouldered his backpack and took a car straight to the sea training ground.

"Team Leader Wu!" Deng Jiuguang and Liu Xiaoshan saluted in unison.

"My two masters." Lin Quan stood ramrod straight and gave another crisp military salute.

"We are veterans, you are a new recruit... If you want to learn, we will teach you, we will never hold you back." Liu Xiaoshan said in a loud voice.

"Thank you, Master!" Lin Quan replied immediately, his voice clear and bright.

"Put your bag down first. Sweep the yard, wipe the walls, take out the trash. There's plenty of work to do," Liu Xiaoshan grinned.

"Yes!" Lin Quan answered loudly.

He chose the sea training ground for two reasons: first, Deng Jiuguang and Liu Xiaoshan were seasoned veterans with real guns; second, there was an abundance of bullets there.

At the beast camp, every bullet was counted, and receiving bullets required signing, reporting, and registration.

What about the naval training ground? Type 95, Type 81, Type 56, Type 85... the armory is neatly arranged, you can pick whichever you like.

Although the entire army has been re-equipped with the Type 95 rifle, the Type 81 rifle has not yet been retired. Once you get used to it, you'll find it easy to pick up an AK.

Pirates and drug dealers typically own eight out of ten AK guns.

As for the training intensity... the training camp is too tepid. Even extra training is done hesitantly: others run five kilometers with twenty kilograms of weight, but he grits his teeth and carries fifty. People's eyes change, and the squad leader has to stop him and persuade him to stop.

Once you get here, even if you carry a 100-kilogram sandbag and run around the field ten times, no one will see you or care, except for these two veterans.

After cleaning and finishing lunch, Lin Quan wiped his mouth and asked, "Master, what are we practicing this afternoon?"

"How's your marksmanship?" Deng Jiuguang asked, glancing at him sideways while chewing on a blade of grass.

"Compared to the two of you, my skills are truly 'unworthy of being shown to anyone'," Lin Quan said without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Liu Xiaoshan and Deng Jiuguang were equally skilled with a gun.

Deng Jiuguang could light a match with a bullet from fifty meters away... not by hitting it, but by "lighting" it.

Hitting a match is easy, but to have a bullet graz the head of the match and ignite the phosphorus from the shockwave is a real feat.

If the trajectory is off by even a fraction of an inch, the match will fly; if the force is off by even a fraction of an inch, the phosphorus won't even light.

Out of ten thousand people, perhaps only one could accomplish this.

"Fire a few shots first, let us see." Deng Jiuguang spat out the grass stem.

The three men, carrying guns and magazines, headed straight for the shooting range.

Lin Quan quickly disassembled and reassembled the Type 95 rifle, steadied his breathing, aimed at the bullseye 100 meters away, and raised his hand to fire rapidly.

Deng Jiuguang nodded and said, "Ten shots, all ten rings, the accuracy and rhythm are not bad. However... a stationary target at 100 meters is too easy. Let's switch to 200 meters."

Lin Quan adjusted the sights, pressed down on his shoulder, and pulled the trigger. Ten shots, all hitting the bullseye.

"Wow, not bad at all." Liu Xiaoshan raised an eyebrow.

"Three hundred meters." Deng Jiuguang had barely finished speaking.

Lin Quan changed the sights, took aim, and fired.

"Your eyes..." Liu Xiaoshan was taken aback. "How did they get like that?"

"A little more agile than the average person," Lin Quan smiled.

The eyesight he cultivated through the Qi, Shen, and Jing breathing method allowed him to count the lines on an apple a kilometer away.

"Four hundred meters," Deng Jiuguang added.

That is the effective range limit of the Type 95 missile.

The term "effective" does not mean hitting the target, but rather hitting it accurately... The trajectory is relatively stable and the deviation is controllable.

Beyond this distance, the high-speed spinning warhead begins to lose stability, veering further and further off course, eventually arcing downwards and to the right before crashing to the ground.

The sea was completely still, without a breath of wind, and the target 400 meters away remained motionless. Lin Quan raised his gun, aimed, and fired... all ten shots hit the bullseye, a perfect score of 100.

"No need to practice on stationary targets anymore. Tomorrow, practice on moving targets with me." Deng Jiuguang's lips curled up, his voice carrying a hint of relief.

"Go and get the backpack," Liu Xiaoshan said.

"Yes!" Lin Quan turned around and went back to his dormitory. A few minutes later, he returned carrying his worn-out canvas bag.

"Elite troops aren't something you can just shout about. If your physical fitness isn't up to par, even the best marksmanship is useless." Liu Xiaoshan patted his bag. "Fill it with sand."

Lin Quan squatted down and poured the contents of the bags into the pouches one by one until the openings were taut and the shoulder straps dug deep into his shoulders. He estimated that the bag weighed a little over 150 pounds.

Liu Xiaoshan reached out and lifted it, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Can you handle this weight?"

"Back in the beast camp, fifty kilograms was the norm," Lin Quan answered simply.

"This bag of sand weighs at least seventy-five kilograms." Liu Xiaoshan glanced at him sideways, unable to hide his smile. "A lot of rules in the Beast Camp?"

"I can't move my hands and feet freely." Lin Quan didn't mince words.

"Then run." Liu Xiaoshan waved his hand. "I want to see just how much strength you have inside."

Lin Quan slung his bag over his shoulder, stepped onto the beach, and took steady steps, one after another.