Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After mastering the simulated parachute jump, he simply grabbed his bag, boarded the plane, and jumped out of the cabin with the other soldiers.

"When you're floating in the sky, with clouds beneath your feet and the earth before you, your heart is at peace."

After jumping three or four times, he shifted his attention elsewhere.

During training breaks, he would either be in the library flipping through books or in the drilling rig hangar helping to replace parts and test circuits.

The participating officers and soldiers undergo extreme training once a month, and their physical fitness becomes like a tightly wound spring, becoming more and more resilient with each stretch.

"Carrying 80 kilograms of weight, running 30 kilometers cross-country...landing 15 minutes early."

With just over twenty days left before his secondment expired, he suddenly became interested and started tinkering with a respiratory monitoring device.

"It monitors your breathing rhythm in real time and automatically alarms when your body can't take it anymore."

"If it works on paper, then we'll see if it's reliable in practice."

After making twenty sets, he had the test trainees from the airborne special operations regiment try them out.

On the day his six-month term ended, he loaded the equipment into the trunk and drove out of the camp gate.

"The Wolf Fang team will stay for half a year, then return to the sea training ground for a year; after that, several special operations teams will take turns leading them for half a year each."

The soldiers in the airborne special operations regiment developed their physical abilities very quickly, and their superiors also assigned them a few more tasks.

He counted on his fingers: he couldn't make it back for his grandparents' 70th birthdays, his parents were almost 50, and his master Liu Xiaoshan and Deng Jiuguang were both approaching 40.

"I still have 30 days of family visit leave left this year... I definitely have to go home around my parents' birthdays."

Back at the sea training ground, he personally screened the members of the "Knife Tip Squad".

More than a thousand people signed up, and he reviewed their files, tested their reaction time, endurance, and psychological qualities one by one.

Finally, six were selected.

A team of seven people, no more, no less.

The Blade Point Squad will undoubtedly become the sharpest blade among sharp blades in the future, and with him as its captain, it will be just right.

"Zhang Kun, sniper; Xu Jie, observer; Zheng Tao, assault soldier..."

He took a week off and took Shen Ge back to his hometown to hold a grand birthday celebration for his parents.

Upon returning to camp, he led the elite squad in physical training and coordination exercises during the day, and calibrated respiratory monitoring equipment at night.

After modifying the circuit three times and adjusting the algorithm twice, the accuracy was significantly improved.

However, there are still some minor issues: occasional false alarms, and for individuals with significant fluctuations in vital signs, the alarm may be delayed by half a second.

During his time in the airborne special operations regiment, he taught physical training during the day and studied flight manuals at night. Shi Jian helped him get into the simulator, where he went through the operating procedures of fighter jets, Y-8 transport aircraft, and H-6 bombers.

His gyroplane skills are no less than those of top-tier aces.

Relying on his photographic memory, he scored nearly full marks on every theoretical exam, making him more solid than 99% of active-duty pilots.

With great strength, quick reflexes, solid foundation, and excellent maintenance skills, learning to fly is naturally a breeze.

The anti-G training equipment at the Air Force Academy is rated to have a limit of 8G. He did three sets of it in a row without his face changing color.

The instructor stared at the screen and shook his head: "This guy probably has no concept of G-force."

When he was in the airborne special operations regiment, he was told more than once: as long as he nodded, he would be immediately arranged to take the test at the Air Force Academy, and if he passed, he would become a major pilot.

With physical conditions far exceeding the standard, and theoretical knowledge easily passed, I achieved full marks on all simulated flights from the third flight onwards. After another ten hours of actual flight training, I was ready to fly solo.

Although I didn't get to touch the real aircraft, the feedback from the vibrations, stalls, and engine malfunctions in the simulator was so realistic that even veteran pilots said it was "just like the real thing."

In the last few rounds of simulations, Lin Quan scored full marks, except for the first time when he was out of practice and lost some points.

Even if he can't fly fighter jets, his aircraft repair skills alone make him worthy of being promoted to major.

Not to mention that he also improved the physical fitness of the entire special operations regiment... The increased muscle mass, the accelerated turnaround, and the steady breathing rhythm of those soldiers are the most tangible testament to his achievements.

From Monday to Friday, he led the team to improve their physical fitness and test new equipment; on Saturdays and Sundays, the "Knife Tip Squad" practiced shooting on their own, and he occasionally watched from the sidelines, but more often he recorded data.

Shen Ge often comes over on weekends, stays overnight, and takes a car back to her workplace early the next morning.

That Saturday, he and Shen Ge drove out of the sea training ground together.

The six water-soaked logs were too light to develop the explosive power he wanted. He figured he needed to replace them with more substantial weights.

After visiting the hardware market, I ordered three tons of steel bars, two 1-centimeter-thick steel plates, and six 2-centimeter-diameter steel strips.

I accompanied her shopping, picking out clothes, and watching a movie before heading back after dinner.

The next morning, shortly after Shen Ge left, the delivery driver unloaded the steel bars at the entrance of the training ground.

It took Lin Quan until the afternoon to finally get the load-bearing device set up.

This thing looks like a bamboo basket, with steel plates for the shoulder straps and the basket body made of steel bars, which are shaped by weaving and welding.

"This iron frame alone weighs three hundred kilograms."

"Each steel bar weighs 100 kilograms. Let's start with 12 bars, that's 3,000 kilograms."

He inserted the steel bars one by one, weighed them in his hand, and then tested their weight on his shoulder.

"It's a bit stressful, but I can still hold on."

With that enormous thing on his back, Lin Quan began to walk along the beach.

The iron basket has a spacious interior, capable of holding thirty steel bars securely.

With each step, the sand immediately covers your ankles.

Each step felt like pulling up a stake; he gritted his teeth, one step, two steps, and another… stubbornly refusing to give in.

Not long after, my body suddenly relaxed, a surge of heat burst forth from my waist and back, and my strength noticeably increased.

"All the energy I've been holding back for a year has finally been released."

Back outside the camp, he unloaded the 3,000-pound iron weapon and immediately began practicing the dislocating and breaking technique.

Sharpshooters are made by being fed bullets; every member of the Knife Point Squad must be a sharpshooter.

The Type 95 rifle has an effective range of 400 meters. Lin Quan set a very strict rule: six team members must fire 100 rings out of 100 bullets at a stationary target at 400 meters before they can move on to moving target training.

In the last century, there was a sharpshooter in China who used an old-fashioned rifle without sights to kill a foreigner from 800 meters away; now, what's so difficult about hitting a ten-ring target at 400 meters with a Type 95 rifle?

Once you've joined the elite special forces team, you have to be the sharpest blade among special forces soldiers, the best of the best.

Lin Quan's training program for the small team included marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, physical fitness, foreign languages, computer skills, driving... and parachuting.

This small team, which is still in the experimental stage, has to keep pushing its limits.

A few days later, Long Baichuan and Wu Gang arrived at the sea training ground.

"Team Leader Long, Instructor Wu!" Lin Quan put down his iron basket, strode forward, and gave a standard military salute.

"How heavy is this thing?" Long Baichuan asked.

"Around three thousand catties."

"You really can carry three thousand jin?" Wu Gang's eyelids twitched.

"A year and a half ago, six soaked logs weighed more than two thousand jin," Long Baichuan added.

"What about the others on the knife's edge?"

"They all practice holding their breath underwater."

"This is what the Air Force reported to you." Long Baichuan handed over a stack of documents.

"Second-class merit." Lin Quan grinned.

"The submarine flotilla, like us, is under the jurisdiction of the Navy." Long Baichuan paused, then didn't continue.

After a year of intensive training as a T-program trainee, he earned a third-class merit and was promoted from sergeant to fourth-class sergeant major.

After six months of training with the airborne special operations regiment, this second-class merit award is my reward.

"Understood." Lin Quan nodded, his heart unmoved.

"Take good care of the Blade Point Squad. In a few months, you'll be going to Wolf Fang... Remember, it's a temporary transfer." Long Baichuan patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Yes!" Lin Quan answered crisply and loudly.