Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Aiming relies on a split-second decision, firing depends on instinct honed through countless repetitions. With each attempt and each thought, accuracy steadily improved.

Deng Jiuguang watched him put away his gun and board the boat, then waved his hand and said, "Pick up the spent cartridges. That covers the assault rifle part."

"Yes." Lin Quan plunged into the water.

There are plenty of bullets at the sea training ground, but not a single spent cartridge case must be lost... The seawater is clear, and the sunken copper casings can be seen at a glance; if one is lost? There is also a metal detector on the boat, which can be taken down and scanned.

"It's been more than ten minutes."

"What's the rush? Captain Wu said he can hold his breath for over thirty minutes down there."

"I'll have to eat dinner late again tonight."

"How about a couple of drinks tonight?"

"drink."

After collecting all the shell casings, Lin Quan climbed back onto the boat.

Physical training in the morning, shooting practice in the afternoon.

Two days later, the morning classes continued as usual, but in the afternoon they switched to Type 81 rifles and Type 56 assault rifles.

The next day, I started touching a sniper rifle.

Liu Xiaoshan won the runner-up title in the Mars International Reconnaissance Competition, while Deng Jiuguang spent seven or eight years at the naval training grounds. The two were evenly matched, neither willing to give in. The textbooks they had studied, the firearms they had disassembled, and the notes they had filled up were stacked higher than a person.

Over the course of several days, Lin Quan used an 85mm sniper rifle to hit balloons 1,500 meters away, hitting them nine out of ten times.

He didn't fire any further... The Type 85 sniper rifle has a nominal effective range of 800 meters, and he could only manage to fire up to 1,500 meters, which was already his limit. Any further practice would be a waste of energy.

With grenade launcher sniper rifles now in use, ordinary sniper rifles are becoming increasingly difficult to utilize.

One grenade can wipe out an entire area; single-shot sniping relies on patience and luck.

Miniature drones are flying everywhere, even making it harder for grenade snipers to survive.

Hitting someone a kilometer away? It depends on prediction and luck.

For example, a Barrett bullet has an initial velocity of over 800 meters per second, and it takes more than a second to travel 1,000 meters.

When a person walks, they take a step or more than a meter in a second.

Even the best snipers, if they're a little unlucky, can have their bullets graze their clothes if the target moves even slightly.

In that one second, a person can turn sideways, squat down, fall, or even roll twice.

A target 400 meters away is not easy to bite.

No matter how much a balloon sways, its trajectory is still traceable; but what about a living person? In half a second, they can easily bend their head, turn around, and take a step.

……

Beast camp, training ground.

"Hachiro, where is Lin Quan?" Shen Ge asked.

"I went to the sea training ground," Hachiro answered crisply.

"Did he cause trouble?" Shen Ge's voice tightened.

"The head instructor said he applied for the transfer himself," Hachiro said, without adding another word.

"Thanks." Shen Ge nodded, turned and walked away, her figure gradually merging into the light at the end of the road.

"Tsk, Staff Officer Shen probably has his eye on Brother Quan," Agan muttered under his breath.

"Stop talking nonsense! Speed ​​up!" Hachiro shouted, pushed off with his feet, and ran ahead.

The training ground is on a hillside.

Lin Quan, fully armed, was sparring with Deng Jiuguang and Liu Xiaoshan.

The gun is loaded with blanks; as long as you don't shoot at face value, it won't hurt anyone.

Two days ago he challenged someone to a one-on-one match and lost several times in a row; since then, he hasn't lost again.

Starting tomorrow, we'll increase the stakes directly... to one against two.

I've reached the threshold again.

Within 300 meters, he could clearly hear who was panting, who was holding their breath, and who had just taken a breath.

I casually gave this skill a name in my mind: Breathing Diagram.

Using the map as a springboard, he swayed several times, and Liu Xiaoshan and Deng Jiuguang fell to the ground without even touching the hem of their clothes.

After about ten rounds, the two shook their arms and waved their hands, admitting defeat.

After returning the spent cartridges and guns to their storage, Lin Quan crouched down and crawled into the bushes to practice his stealth skills.

To put it nicely, it's called stealth training; to put it bluntly... it's just playing hide-and-seek.

If you get caught once, you have to do a thousand push-ups with weights, no matter what.

Every time he was caught out, Liu Xiaoshan and Deng Jiuguang would not scold him, but would squat down next to him and break it down, saying things like, "You raised your left shoulder by half an inch," "Your breathing rhythm was off by two beats," "Your shadow was slanted, and you didn't calculate the wind direction correctly."

After a few attempts at fighting, the two gave up on the idea altogether.

If you're outnumbered two to one, you'll be taken down in three seconds. You're weaker and slower to react. Any more training will be a waste of time.

With that little bit of teamwork left, we can still manage to play for a couple of days.

"Our old hideout will be dug up sooner or later."

"It's only hard to catch them when they're moving."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Lin Quan moved to his third location.

Liu Xiaoshan and Deng Jiuguang searched the entire slope twice, leaving no loose stone untouched, but they seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The two stood at the top of the slope, looked at each other, and shook their heads.

"With a sensing range of 300 meters, you think you can catch him with just two people? Heh." Lin Quan lay behind the bushes, a smirk playing on his lips.

As the sun began to set, the three of them returned to their seaside dormitory, following the sound of the tide.

"Staff Officer Shen." Lin Quan raised his hand in salute. The other man's shoulder insignia were bright; he only had one star on his chest, a private, the lowest rank.

"You two chat." Liu Xiaoshan winked at Deng Jiuguang, and the two stepped back a few paces, their smiles barely contained.

"Come with me for a walk on the beach." Shen Ge placed the oranges in her hand on the windowsill, the peels still wet with water droplets.

"Yes," Lin Quan replied readily.

"Can you stop looking so serious?" Shen Ge lifted her eyelids and rolled her eyes playfully.

When we reached the beach, the waves gently licked our ankles.

Lin Quan spoke up: "Officer Shen, please speak frankly."

"Nothing much, just passing by." Shen Ge said casually, but in her mind she had already gone through the whole thing seven or eight times.

"Then...you wouldn't happen to like me, would you?" Lin Quan asked with a smile, his tone not probing, but rather like he was casually chatting about the weather.

"So what if it is?" Shen Ge answered crisply, raising her chin slightly.

Lin Quan didn't reply, but just looked at her quietly.

None of the girls who enlisted were unattractive; Shen Ge stood out from the crowd of female soldiers at a glance.

Lin Quan, a recent college graduate, is 1.8 meters tall and not particularly handsome, but he excels in all his subjects and speaks four foreign languages ​​fluently. Not to mention, last year during a torrential rainstorm, he carried her out of the collapsed guard post... At that time, she had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius and held tightly to his sleeve.

She was standing close by now, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes trembled gently on the back of his hand. Lin Quan's Adam's apple bobbed. He glanced down at the lonely star on his chest, then looked up and met her smiling eyes. His heart suddenly burned.

"I heard you were quite the smooth talker back in the beast camp?" Shen Ge tilted her head, teasing him on purpose.

"You're still a new recruit," Lin Quan said in a lower voice.

"I'll wait until you become a veteran." Shen Ge bit her lower lip and said earnestly.

"Um."

"Huh?" She blinked.

"Okay." His voice lowered, but it was louder than before.

"Oh... I'm hard of hearing." She laughed, then suddenly reached out and hooked her hand around his belt, pulling him up and lifting him into the air.

Lin Quan instinctively supported her knees and spun her around twice.

"Put me down!" she laughed, breathless.

"Yes." He put it down steadily, his fingertips still feeling the rough texture of her military trousers.

Half an hour later, Shen Ge boarded the return vehicle, kicking up a wisp of fine sand at the rear.

After dinner, Lin Quan went to the sea alone.

I dive for no other reason than to kill time.

"Just lying there is too silly." He surfaced for air, wiped his face, and said, "Let's try catching fish."

The seawater was cold and his body was heavy. He reached out and tried to scoop it up... but the fish disappeared in a flash.

"Too fast." He sank down, lunged again, and missed again.

His lungs felt bloated and his ears were ringing, but he gritted his teeth and kept diving into the water.

Suddenly, an indescribable lightness emanated from my skin, as if every pore had opened up, drawing in seawater and exhaling bubbles.

"You can breathe now?"

"The Qi-Spirit Breathing Method...it feels like I've truly come back to life."