Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Old Deng, this kid... he's got something." Liu Xiaoshan said in a low voice, looking at the taut lines on his back.

Deng Jiuguang nodded: "To hit a perfect score on a 400-meter fixed target means you have good eyesight, feel for the ball, and mental fortitude; to be able to run with a 150-pound load... If you can maintain your speed for 20 kilometers, you've truly made it."

After running for more than ten kilometers, Lin Quan felt his shoulders were lighter, so he simply squatted down in the shallow water and soaked his entire backpack in the waves.

"Sand is denser than water. If it's soaked in water, this bag probably weighs more than two hundred pounds," Liu Xiaoshan estimated, squinting.

Deng Jiuguang suddenly laughed out loud: "The water in the sand is leaking away as it runs, so it's better to just use logs... It's easier and more practical."

"Lin Quan!" Liu Xiaoshan called out towards the end of the beach, "Put down your backpacks and carry the logs!"

"Yes!" Lin Quan put down his bag, turned around and picked up a thick, round log that was drying on the beach. The log was dry, and the bark was still a pale yellow from being sun-dried. It had been soaked in water earlier and then air-dried. The weight was just right... around three hundred pounds.

His breathing was slightly heavy when he started, but after a few steps, his breathing became more steady, his chest rose and fell more slowly, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Thirty kilometers? That's probably way over.

"I wanted to teach him how to train his physical fitness, but I found that... even with my ten years of training, he left me far behind."

"Judging from his steps, he wasn't even out of breath yet, and he wasn't swaying at all."

"The Beast Camp has really struck gold this time."

"King of Soldiers? He'll probably have to redefine the standard for the term 'King of Soldiers' in the future."

"A college student studying a foreign language..."

Lin Quan didn't count the laps or keep track of the time. He only knew that his legs were moving, his lungs were straining, sweat was pouring down his face, and his clothes were wet and then dry, then wet again. He chugged bottle after bottle of mineral water, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, like a tireless machine.

As he ran further, he suddenly felt a weight lift off his shoulders... It wasn't that his strength had returned, but rather that his body had accepted the weight and was carrying it as if it were a part of himself.

A few lights came on in the barracks in the distance. He stopped, wiped his face, and caught his breath before slowly putting down the log.

"One hundred kilometers, it's as solid as iron." Deng Jiuguang stared at his watch, his tone full of admiration.

Liu Xiaoshan didn't reply. When he enlisted, he was so thin he could sway in the wind. He relied on endurance, gritted his teeth, and repeatedly pushed himself to the brink of collapse to become who he is today. But this new recruit in front of him hadn't uttered a single complaint, hadn't asked "can I rest?" even his breathing was calm and collected... He suddenly realized that the ten years he was so proud of were just stepping stones for others to start.

"Go take a shower, change into clean clothes, and have dinner. It's almost seven o'clock." Deng Jiuguang patted his shoulder.

After washing and drying himself, Lin Quan put on his clean training uniform, ate his lunch in his lunchbox, and then washed and dried the dishes.

At 4:30 a.m., he opened his eyes. No alarm clock, his biological clock was perfectly on target. He folded the blankets, got dressed, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, his movements swift and silent, and he was already standing on the beach.

Facing the rising tide, do 1200 push-ups, one set without stopping.

He glanced at his watch, then plunged into the water, held his breath, sank, hovered, and floated up again... repeating this more than ten times.

When he got ashore, he looked up at his watch and paused for a moment: 63 minutes and 27 seconds.

"This breathing technique... is no ordinary skill." He knew this in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He just wrung out his T-shirt, picked up the waterlogged log, and ran around the tide line.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Liu Xiaoshan's voice came from the direction of the barracks: "Breakfast is ready!"

Lin Quan gently leaned the log back into its original place and quickly walked back.

"4:30."

"Wow..." Liu Xiaoshan paused, his chopsticks still in his hand. "So early?"

"I'm used to it." Lin Quan smiled and lowered his head to drink his soup.

Deng Jiuguang put down his chopsticks: "We were lazy, we didn't open our eyes until 5:30."

Lin Quan put down his bowl, straightened up, and looked at the two instructors: "Masters, I want to be the strongest one."

Deng Jiuguang nodded, his tone indifferent: "Go to the supermarket later and buy a few rolls of balloons."

"Yes."

He received a monthly allowance of six hundred yuan, which he never touched.

After finishing breakfast, he reached for his bowl.

"We'll buy the balloons first. You don't need to wash the dishes or worry about hygiene," Deng Jiuguang waved his hand.

"Please also pick up a roll of sewing thread while you're at it," Liu Xiaoshan added with a smile.

"Thank you, Masters." Lin Quan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and reassuring.

I went back to the dorm to get some money, then headed straight to the camp's small supermarket. Ten packs of balloons bulged in my arms. Each pack had five hundred balloons—cheap, and they felt soft and bouncy to the touch. I also grabbed some biscuits and beef jerky, spending two hundred and thirty yuan. Carrying the bag, I walked briskly towards the sea training ground.

As soon as he returned, Liu Xiaoshan said, "The shooting training that Lao Deng and I have set for you is divided into three steps... The first step is shooting balloons, the second step is still shooting balloons, and the third step is still shooting balloons."

"Understood," Lin Quan replied readily.

"Should we practice with assault rifles first, or sniper rifles?" Deng Jiuguang asked.

"Assault rifle," Lin Quan replied.

The effective range of the assault rifle is around 400 meters, but in actual combat, most engagements take place within 100 to 200 meters. It can handle more than 90% of missions.

Inflating, tying strings, attaching ropes... in less than half an hour, more than a hundred balloons were tied up. Bamboo poles were stuck into the sand, and the balloons swayed gently in the wind.

Deng Jiuguang and Liu Xiaoshan stood on either side, saying nothing superfluous, only getting to the point. A dozen minutes later, Lin Quan was shooting balloons from a hundred meters away, every shot a winner.

Half an hour later, 200 meters, all hits.

After enduring a long while, three hundred meters later, the bouncy shells burst open.

In the last round before lunch, he pulled the trigger on the 400-meter balloons, and not a single one missed.

With these two veterans watching him, his gun sense surged faster than a wave.

After resting for a while after the meal, Liu Xiaoshan wiped his mouth and said, "Second phase, let's begin training."

They prepared over a hundred balloons, carried them onto a rubber dinghy, and went directly into the sea.

The balloon floated on the crest of the wave, rising and falling with the tide, swaying wildly in the wind; the rubber boat also rocked back and forth, making it difficult for people to stand steadily, and the butt of the gun could not be pressed down on their shoulders.

"In places like this, you need to aim fast and fire even faster." After saying that, Deng Jiuguang raised his hand and fired a shot, and the balloon burst with a "pop".

Lin Quan fired three shots, hitting one of them.

"Okay, let's continue." Deng Jiuguang nodded and smiled.

In less than an hour, the 100-meter balloon was as steady as a target in his eyes.

"Estimated to be 200 meters, fire."

"Estimate 300 meters, begin."

"I estimate it's 400 meters, I'll give you half an hour."

He figured out the rhythm of the waves, the swaying of the boat, and the intervals between breaths... For more than ten minutes, not a single bullet went astray.

By practicing the Qi-Shen breathing method daily, one's hearing and vision become clear, hands become steady, and mind becomes calm, making one's five senses much more sensitive than those of an ordinary person.

Deng Jiuguang glanced at his watch: "We still have plenty of time, let's go to sea and fight."

Liu Xiaoshan chuckled and replied, "To be honest, neither Lao Deng nor I have ever tried this approach..."

Lin Quan flipped into the water, holding the Type 95 rifle in both hands. He swallowed two mouthfuls of salty water before regaining his balance. As soon as the wave receded, he suddenly raised his head, inhaled, emerged from the water, raised his rifle, and fired... all in one smooth motion.

The more bullets you fire, the more bullets you get, and the higher your hit rate becomes.

"Switch to one-handed control of the gun," Liu Xiaoshan shouted.

With the rifle butt against his shoulder, he controlled the gun with his right hand and used his left hand to paddle. He could dive down in one breath and stay underwater for more than an hour, his heart as calm as if it had never been disturbed.