Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Sit down, don't be shy." Lin Tao waved his hand. "I made three trips to the government office to bring you here."

"The commander ordered that we carry out the orders without fail."

"The T-Project trainees have a very weak foundation." Lin Tao leaned forward slightly. "Physical fitness, marksmanship, and underwater maneuvers all need to be addressed from the ground up."

"I guarantee it will be done." Lin Quan replied loudly.

"I heard you're a good shot?"

"good."

"During the joint exercise with F country, the Wild Wolf Commando had over 300 people. You single-handedly cleared out two firing points and seven supply lines, and even blew up the command vehicle... Don't hide these things." Lin Tao smiled. "From now on, you'll be in charge of marksmanship and swimming."

"Yes!" Lin Quan replied without hesitation. He was on temporary assignment for a year, and would do whatever was assigned to him.

"Just tell me what you need or what you're missing."

"When I have free time, I'd like to work as an assistant at a repair shop," Lin Quan said.

"Approved." Lin Tao nodded. "Chen Yuan, inform Shang Tang to coordinate the marksmanship and swimming training."

"Yes!" Chen Yuan answered and stood at attention.

At six o'clock in the morning, the T-Project trainees lined up on the playground.

"Instructor Shang!" the twenty people shouted in unison.

"From today onwards, physical fitness, shooting, and swimming will all be taught by Instructor Lin," Shang Tang announced.

"Yes!" came the crisp, clear reply.

"I come from the Amphibious Reconnaissance Battalion. For the next year, you'll find me ruthless and avoid me; after a year, you might thank me... During this time, you're only allowed to call me 'Instructor Lin'."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each face: "Name? You'll know when you're qualified."

Lin Quan stood still, his eyes indifferent as if he didn't care about anyone.

"Who is this?" Lu Ning asked in a low voice.

"He's just a sergeant, but he acts more like a battalion commander." Han Bingyang gritted his teeth.

"Instructor Lin, let's see who's the real deal?" Shang Tang took half a step forward.

He was supposed to be in charge of all the subjects, but physical fitness, shooting, and swimming were all taken away... He could tolerate the physical fitness subjects being taken away; but when even the gun and the water-based subjects were given to someone else, he was furious.

"Compare what?" Lin Quan asked.

"Physical fitness, shooting, swimming."

"OK."

Shangtang grabbed a backpack and casually picked up a Type 95 rifle.

Lin Quan tied five backpacks tightly behind his back, slung four Type 95 rifles over his shoulder, and held another one in his hand.

Shangtang was carrying a load of over 20 kilograms; Lin Quan was carrying a load of over 100 kilograms.

Jin Ziqing and Lü Fengguang, who were watching from the sidelines, had twitching eyelids.

"The props will have to do." Lin Quan shook his head slightly... He originally wanted to carry two thousand pounds and run laps, but there were no iron blocks or steel beams here, so he had to make do.

A while ago, he dragged six logs soaked in seawater across the ocean. Each log weighed over 300 pounds, and the six of them together weighed at least 2,000 pounds.

"I want to see just how fast and how far Instructor Lin can run," Shang Tang said with a barbed tone.

"Are we still going to compete?" Lin Quan looked up.

"start!"

Shangtang is starting its sprint.

Lin Quan pushed off with his feet and swept past like the wind, circling him in no time.

"Over a hundred kilograms? Faster than Instructor Shang?" Lu Fengguang blurted out.

"Soldiers from the Beast Camp...are they this scary now?" Jin Ziqing gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

"No wonder the higher-ups specifically requested his transfer," Chen Yuan murmured.

The trainees froze on the spot, even holding their breath.

Lin Quan ran two more laps before stopping. Running any further would be a waste of energy.

This amount of weight has almost no effect on the tempering of the Jing Qi Shen breathing method.

A dozen minutes later, the group arrived at the firing range.

"Instructor Lin, are you ready?" Shang Tang's hand holding the gun was very steady... He always trusted his feel for the gun.

"Set my target to fifty meters," Lin Quan said.

In a calm, undisturbed environment, a 20-meter stationary target is as simple as eating for him.

Nowadays, when using a Pistol to shoot at a fixed target at 100 meters, you can hit the bullseye ten times out of ten; not to mention the Type 95... The bullets fired at the naval training ground could be piled up to build half a wall, and the feel for the gun has long been etched into the bones.

Effective range of fifty meters? That's just textbook stuff; the lethal range is much longer, and the maximum range is definitely not just for show.

Shang Tang didn't say anything, nor did he ask anyone to adjust his target position.

Lin Quan's trigger pulls were like a heartbeat; after ten bullets were fired, Shang Tang had just pushed the last magazine into place.

After Shangtang finished firing ten shots, the target reporter jogged over:

"Target number one has 99 rings, target number two has 100 rings."

Shang Tang didn't speak, his cheeks taut.

Moving to an indoor swimming pool.

While Lin Quan was underwater for 400 meters without holding his breath, Shang Tang was still paddling 30 meters away when Lin Quan surfaced.

If he hadn't been afraid of drawing too much attention, he could have left the gap by more than 150 meters.

He lost all three games. Shang Tang wiped his face and nodded, "I admit defeat."

"Dinner's ready." Lü Fengguang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

After changing his clothes back at his apartment, Lin Quan went into the cafeteria.

"Instructor Lin, did you come from the Beast Camp?" Jin Ziqing sat down with a tray in her hand.

"I'll stay for a while." He picked up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks.

She was among the first batch of female soldiers in the Beast Camp, and the only one to have undergone mixed training in the reconnaissance unit.

The food at the submarine academy is indeed much better than that at the amphibious reconnaissance battalion.

Lin Quan, his belly slightly bulging from eating, followed Jin Ziqing into the conference room to work together on the schedule for the T-Plan.

"No physical training in the morning?" Shang Tang frowned.

"Afternoon training is more effective." Lin Quan flipped through his notebook. "In the morning, the nerves are too sluggish, and the muscles are not fully awake, making it easy to strain a muscle."

"I agree." Jin Ziqing nodded. "The morning is suitable for psychology classes."

"Then it's settled." Lü Fengguang closed the notebook.

At five in the morning, the whistle broke the silence.

Shangtang led the trainees through the process of lining up, standing at attention, standing at ease, and maintaining military posture again and again... the movements were as meticulous as sifting sand.

Lin Quan was leaning against the dormitory window reading a book, turning the pages very slowly.

The amphibious reconnaissance squadron sent him to the submarine academy, ostensibly for training, but in reality, he had another mission: to understand the rhythm and blind spots of the daily operations of the submarine force.

When a helicopter hovers, enemy radar can lock onto it from a great distance; when a ship cuts through the waves, it can be spotted from ten miles away... You have to memorize all of these.

Operating by submarine allows for undetected approach to surface targets.

The newly formed "Knife-Tip Squad" is an experimental naval special operations unit.

At 10:00 a.m., Lin Quan arrived at the shooting range.

"Instructor Lin!" the twenty trainees shouted in unison.

"Check the weapons," Lin Quan said.

After an hour of practicing shooting and aiming, I corrected each movement one by one... Shoulder blades pressed tight, elbows close to the ribs, wrists straight, breathing steady.

"Dismissed." Lin Quan glanced down at his watch.

He knew in his heart: first, spend half a month mastering the basics. Once the movements were fixed and the aim was steady, then he could start live-fire exercises and avoid going astray.

At 1 p.m., Lin Quan stood by the indoor swimming pool, instructing swimmers.

"Report!" Lu Yitao's voice suddenly rang out.

"Speak," Lin Quan gestured, raising his eyes.

"Instructor Lin... I really can't swim." Lu Yitao lowered his head, his fingers digging into the edge of the pool.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan kicked him in the back of the shin.

Lu Yitao swayed and fell into the water with a splash, choking on a small mouthful.

"The water is only 1.2 meters deep, you can stand firmly. What are you afraid of? The more you panic, the deeper you'll sink."

"Lift your head to breathe, rise and fall, and you can hold on for an hour or two. It's not difficult."

"You are soldiers. A soldier's duty is to defend the land and protect the people. If you can't even stand up for yourselves, how can you protect your families? How can you protect the country?"

Those words struck Lu Yitao's eardrums like a hammer blow, reverberating for a long time.