Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Team Leader Lin, the conditions are not as good as those of the Submarine Academy and the Airborne Special Forces Regiment. Please bear with us." Fan Tianlei's tone was a little embarrassed.

"I'm a soldier, so I'm pretty efficient here," Lin Quan answered readily.

"Team Leader Lin, there are over five hundred officers and soldiers participating in the training. What do you think we should do?" He Zhijun asked.

"So many?" Lin Quan's brows furrowed slightly.

"As for physical fitness, you decide... you can eliminate as many as you want." He Zhijun made it clear that he was pushing the matter aside.

"I'm planning to form a special forces team, and I'll need your help with marksmanship training." Fan Tianlei didn't beat around the bush. He had already figured out the nature of the airborne special forces regiment: Lin Quan alone had taken down more than three hundred people.

Gao Shenghan, one of his subordinates, was indeed a master of spearmanship, but compared to Lin Quan, he was far inferior.

It's not worth the effort of borrowing people; if we don't use them properly, it'll just be a waste of time.

Besides, the secondment period is only half a day, and I have to go to another unit right away.

"Is everyone here?" Lin Quan suddenly changed the subject.

"Everything was in place yesterday," Fan Tianlei replied.

"The quality of soldiers is more important than their quantity. Twenty is enough," Lin Quan said.

"Okay." He Zhijun replied quickly, but his lips twitched and his heart felt like it had been pinched.

"Zhang Kun".

"Here!" Zhang Kun, the sniper of the Knife Tip Squad, shouted loudly.

"You're in charge of eliminating them... select twenty."

"Captain Lin, how many days?"

"Three days."

"yes!"

"My two commanders, the enhanced military system I developed..." Lin Quan began.

"Oh, I see. No problem then." He Zhijun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"The first batch should include several sets for Wolf Fang," Fan Tianlei immediately replied.

"Chief of Staff, I'm entrusting you with overseeing this selection process," He Zhijun patted Fan Tianlei on the shoulder.

"Yes!" Fan Tianlei stood at attention and accepted the order.

After lunch, the members of the "Knife Point Squad" went straight to the playground to train their physical fitness.

Lin Quan returned to his office and continued fiddling with the computer.

His photographic memory allows him to tackle technical problems as easily as eating; at his current level, even top hackers would frown upon him.

Having served for almost four years, he has absorbed almost all the experience that others accumulate in a lifetime.

After reviewing several documents, he picked up his pen and rewrote the training syllabus for the Knife Tip Squad.

The amphibious reconnaissance brigade fights on islands, reefs, and ships.

Some cargo ships and cruise ships are so high and steep that you can't climb them without real skill.

"Boat climbing must be a separate skill... Now we have rope guns, so it's not difficult to practice."

"We also need to include ship piloting; it's not enough to just know how to jump, we also need to know how to drive."

Following the rules of the Knife Tip Squad, out of several hundred people, twenty were ultimately selected.

These twenty men may not be the most accurate shooters or the fastest runners.

He Chenguang, Li Erniu, Gong Jian, Song Kaifei, Wang Yanbing, Xu Tianlong, and Chen Shanming are all on the list.

Lin Quan only focuses on two things when selecting people: whether they have enough potential and whether they have the backbone. Marksmanship and physical fitness? Those can be developed through training.

Fan Tianlei could handle this kind of thing on his own.

He came to Langya by being assigned by the organization, not by coming on his own initiative.

A dozen or so young soldiers who failed to be selected privately challenged Zhang Kun and Xu Jie.

The result was no surprise... Any one member of the Blade Point Squad could easily take on three opponents without even breaking a sweat.

Six o'clock in the morning, on the playground.

"This is your physical fitness and marksmanship instructor, Comrade Lin Quan," Fan Tianlei said loudly.

Chen Shanming, Xu Tianlong, and the others saluted in unison.

Lin Quan returned the greeting and then said, "I'll take care of these two pieces for the next six months."

"Yes!" He Chenguang and his men roared.

"Zhang Kun, teach them how to use the Mighty Soldier System. Each person gets a set during physical training; anyone who breaks one is sent back home."

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

"You guys, join the training." Lin Quan turned to the Knife Tip Squad.

The seven men stood ramrod straight: "Yes!"

"The Wolf Fang team carries a load of thirty kilograms. You all know how heavy it is."

With the enhanced military system, he no longer needs to be constantly on the field.

The seven members of the "Knife Tip Squad" knew this equipment like the back of their hand. With them around, physical training wouldn't fall apart.

"My God, thirty kilograms? That's going to kill me!" Li Erniu yelled, his mouth agape.

Before coming, Lin Quan had called Fan Tianlei.

Fan Tianlei ordered a batch of reinforced load-bearing bags overnight... a thousand of them, each containing ten kilograms of iron sand.

Each member of the Knife Tip Squad carried one. The strongest among them stuffed sixteen bags; even the weakest, Zhao Guang, gritted his teeth and stuffed nine.

"Sixteen bags?" He Chenguang's eyes widened.

"One bag weighs ten kilograms, so sixteen bags would weigh one hundred and sixty kilograms... Where did these people come from?" Li Erniu scratched the back of his head and muttered, shaking his head.

Back when he was in the amphibious reconnaissance unit, Lin Quan felt that... something seemed off about time in this world.

When Shen Ge watched "Fire Blue Blade" in her previous life, she was still using a slider phone.

He hadn't joined the army yet, but full-screen smartphones had been commonplace on the market for years.

Logically speaking, this kind of special forces story should be set in the early 20th century... around 2002.

"It's probably a hybrid special forces world. Stop thinking about it and keep learning."

Lin Quan sat on the edge of the playground, a notebook on his lap, his fingers tapping deftly on the keyboard as he devoured a computer tutorial he had found online.

In less than twenty minutes, many of the Wolf Fang soldiers were panting heavily.

A few minutes later, alarms sounded one after another from the enhanced soldier systems on Chen Shanming and Gong Jian.

The two were a few years older than the others, so their physical abilities were naturally slightly inferior.

"Is there something wrong with my system?"

"Can't we stop it if the alarm doesn't go off? What if it's really broken?"

Li Erniu, Wang Yanbing, Xu Tianlong, and the others were all feeling uneasy.

As time dragged on, one by one, the remaining people couldn't hold on any longer.

You can only stop to rest when you hear the alarm; if you don't hear it, you have to keep running.

"Where did this tough guy come from? He was carrying several times the weight of us, ran faster and farther than us! All twenty of us were down, but he was fine!" Li Erniu wiped his sweat, his voice weak.

"I heard that it took almost half a year of effort to get them to come over," Chen Shanming said as he walked.

"Sir, are you familiar with Instructor Lin's background?" Gong Jian asked.

"Who isn't a trainee these days? Don't call me 'commander,' it sounds too formal. Just call me Old Chen."

"Old Chen, just how good is Instructor Lin?"

"The chief of staff mentioned it once... that forest over there, our twenty men, plus the more than five hundred we eliminated before, all carrying Type 95 rifles, he could wipe them out by himself."

"Impossible!" He Chenguang blurted out.

"Have you ever heard of an airborne special operations regiment?" Chen Shanming asked in return.

"They're no worse than our Wolf Fang in terms of scale, equipment, and manpower," Gong Jian replied crisply.

"Six months ago, Instructor Lin went to train the airborne special operations regiment. With just a Type 95 rifle, he 'rolled out' more than 300 people. Even if we gathered 500 of us, we still wouldn't be enough for him to handle in the forest."

"A one-on-one fight of over three hundred? Are you kidding me!" Wang Yanbing almost dropped the water bottle in his hand.

"It took less than half an hour to finish, averaging one every six seconds... If we really went to the Hunter Academy, no one would even have the chance to compete for second place." Chen Shanming added, his tone calm, yet it made people's throats tighten.

After enduring another half hour, Zhao Guang of the elite squad's legs gave way, and he slowly came to a stop.

He stopped in his tracks as soon as the enhanced troop system sounded an alarm.