Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Thirty-five crew members were rescued, and the cargo ship, along with its cargo, is valued at over 300 million.

Not many people knew about the last time Thomas was captured during the bandit suppression operation; it was mainly limited to the educated youth within the military.

This time it was different... When the cargo ship was attacked, almost every crew member made a distress call, and the news couldn't be kept secret.

There was only a bloodstained dagger next to the sixty-seven corpses. This result was too conspicuous, and various special operations units sent letters one after another to request the original operation records.

The commanders of several elite units, including Long Xiaoyun of the Wolf Warriors, Fan Tianlei of the Wolf Fang Special Forces, and Shi Jian of the Airborne Special Forces, all set their sights on Lin Quan.

"Last time Thomas was captured, he single-handedly took down over a hundred pirates?"

"With skills like that, it's a pity he's not in the Wolf Fang Clan."

"Someone who can fly helicopters... such a person should be recruited by our airborne special operations regiment."

"Dragon Flame is where he should be."

After reviewing Lin Quan's file, Long Xiaoyun, Fan Tianlei, Shi Jian, along with Qin Feng, who had recently been transferred, almost simultaneously submitted reports to headquarters requesting personnel.

The submarine academy cadets trained with Lin Quan for less than a year, and their physical abilities completely surpassed those of active-duty special forces in all other units.

But those trainees were all college graduates, and most of them couldn't even run five kilometers before enlisting.

In less than a year, he ran 30 kilometers carrying 50 kilograms of weight... This achievement is eye-catching anywhere.

His individual soldier skills are ridiculously comprehensive: he can operate off-road vehicles, amphibious assault vehicles, and assault boats without hesitation; he can fly and repair helicopters; he can explain submarine structures fluently; and he has one physical training program after another. Who wouldn't want a soldier like that?

The Navy won't release him? Then we'll temporarily transfer him... to help train the reserve special forces soldiers. Three months should be enough.

After serving a full year as an instructor at the submarine academy, Lin Quan was officially transferred to the airborne special operations regiment, where he remained an instructor.

Plans can't keep up with changes: the "Knife's Edge" squad led by Liu Xiaoshan and Deng Jiuguang was eventually incorporated into the Dragon Shark Squadron as a whole.

The Army and Air Force submitted secondment requests one after another, making it two to one, and the Navy couldn't hold on any longer.

After being promoted to fourth-level sergeant major, Lin Quan returned to his hometown accompanied by Shen Ge.

The sergeant was on 30 days of leave to visit his family, and with the travel time, he actually had more than 30 days of leave.

I haven't been back for a whole year, and if I want to ask for leave again, I'll have to wait another twelve months.

"During my three years of military service, I received two First-Class Merits, two Second-Class Merits, and one Third-Class Merit."

After staying at home for more than ten days, and then staying at his parents-in-law's house for two days, he finally set aside a few days to spend quietly with Shen Ge.

Upon arriving at the airborne special operations regiment's camp, Lin Quan got out of the car, took out his letter of introduction and identification, and handed them over.

"Instructor Lin, welcome, welcome!" Shi Jian quickly stepped forward, his smile genuine.

"Greetings, Commander." Lin Quan raised his hand in salute.

"Come on, let me show you around first," Shi Jian said as they walked.

After looking at the dormitories and offices, Lin Quan nodded in approval... The airborne special operations regiment belonged to the Air Force, and its facilities were indeed better than those of the Navy.

But to be honest, he missed the sea training ground more.

The waves are high and the winds are strong there; you can practice more anywhere, even with just a sandbag, an anchor, or a broken tire.

Elsewhere, if you want to find something heavy that you can carry or drag, you have to apply for approval in advance.

Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't want people to know just how deep his secrets are.

After familiarizing himself with the environment on the first day, Lin Quan woke up promptly at 4:30 a.m. on the second day.

During this temporary transfer, he will only be responsible for physical fitness.

"Anyone can train like crazy?"

"Practicing like this is just a waste of time."

"That's brutal! The intensity has more than doubled!"

"Why can we rest but he can't? I didn't break any rules!"

Lin Quan stood by the track with a megaphone in hand, saying little, but every word he uttered was poignant.

He listens to the rhythm of breathing and scans the trembling muscles; he can pinpoint the limits of each soldier's performance even with his eyes closed.

One after another, they were all driven to the point of vomiting acid, their legs shaking, and their vision going black.

"Report!" Ma Dangxian shouted, panting heavily.

"Speak," Lin Quan said without even lifting his eyelids.

"Instructor Lin, I want to have a competition with you."

"Compare what?"

"Armed off-road."

"Not interested."

"Instructor Lin, are you afraid?"

"You don't have enough stamina for me to warm up. To be honest, I'm not trying to provoke you."

"I refuse to accept this!"

"You're not satisfied? Pack your bags and go back to your unit to be your company commander."

Shi Jian strolled over at this moment, smiling as he interjected, "Instructor Lin, why don't you show off your skills? So everyone will know what you're capable of."

"Okay. Let's save some time...carry 80 kilograms of weight." Lin Quan nodded.

Several soldiers stuffed bricks into the soldier's backpack, and after weighing it, it weighed exactly eighty kilograms.

"Too light." Lin Quan shook his head. "Add two more pieces."

A moment later, he slung a bag over his shoulder, carried one in each hand, and started running. His stride was steady, his breathing even, as if he were bouncing forward on a spring.

Ma Dangxian, nicknamed "King of Endurance," collapsed to his knees by the starting line before finishing a single lap.

After running three laps, Lin Quan stopped, wiped his sweat, and asked in a flat tone, "What else do you want to compete in?"

"parachute!"

"I haven't learned it. I give up."

"marksmanship!"

"You three hundred or so will go into the woods ahead together... I'll go alone, one-on-one."

More than three hundred men held their breath, donned their gear, grabbed their rifles, and silently made their way into the woods.

Ten minutes later, Lin Quan rushed in carrying a rifle, his movements so fast that the trajectory of his movement was undetectable.

He could "hear" the location of everyone even with his eyes closed... breathing sounds, footsteps, the rustling of clothes—he could draw a living map in his mind.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The bullets aren't fired, they're "calculated" out.

Smoke billowed from their bodies; some were called out as soon as they raised their guns, while others had only turned halfway around when white smoke rose from their vests.

In less than half an hour, all three hundred-plus people were "killed in action".

No one spoke, no one cursed, only heavy breathing and the dull thud of guns hitting the ground.

"Strength is developed through training, speed is honed through running, and marksmanship is honed through shooting."

"We had a veteran in our amphibious reconnaissance battalion..."

He talked about Liu Xiaoshan... without mentioning his name, only saying how that person went from being a nobody to a top performer, how he spent ten years honing his skills, and how he ran three thousand meters barefoot on a rocky beach, wearing out the soles of his feet but still gritting his teeth and persevering to the end.

No one looked up.

Some people looked down at their trembling hands, while others stared silently at the tips of their boots.

His physical fitness was far inferior, his marksmanship was not up to par, and even his fighting spirit seemed to be shrouded in mist... Shock, dejection, and silence were all written on his face.

Every day after training, Lin Quan would run to the library.

During his time at the submarine academy, he read a lot of books and built a solid foundation.

Having been seconded to the airborne special operations regiment for only six months, I can't live without quickly learning some real skills.

Even if you can't fly on a real plane, you still need to thoroughly understand the principles of fighter jet operation and maintenance procedures.

Repairing machines, in the end, all boils down to the same few sets of logic... Back when he worked at the naval repair factory, Luo Buchen even nodded in approval of the disassembly, assembly, and debugging work he did.

Luo Buchen is a first-class sergeant major and one of the best maintenance experts in the entire navy.

With submarine systems as a foundation, the barrier to entry for tackling fighter jet circuitry and avionics is naturally much lower.

I spend half the day as a physical training instructor and the other half immersed in piles of materials and studying theory.

About twenty days later, he went up the parachute tower with the students and then jumped with a real parachute.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted to become a combat-grade first-class sergeant major, he needed to have some solid skills to keep the situation under control.

The Air Force Library's collection largely revolves around equipment parameters, tactical manuals, and flight regulations.

Lin Quan's notes are quick; once you turn a page, the key points are firmly imprinted in your mind.