Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Brother, I'm Li Erniu. How many did you carry?" Li Erniu quickly approached.

"Ninety kilograms." Zhao Guang caught his breath and didn't hide anything.

"The gun and backpack together weigh at least three kilograms, right?"

"We don't count the weight of equipment there."

"Brother Zhao, how many years have you been in the army?"

"Almost ten years."

"And what about the others?"

"Around 160 kilograms."

"Where is Instructor Lin?"

"Your guess might be accurate," Zhao Guang chuckled, leaving the question open... After six months of training here, the weight was no secret, and couldn't be hidden anymore. A bag of iron shot weighing ten kilograms—just count a couple of bags and you'd know. As for how much Captain Lin carried himself? Nobody knew. Before he came, Captain Lin only gave one instruction: Don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

Li Erniu turned and ran towards He Chenguang, his steps quick and powerful.

"Erniu, what did you find out?" Gong Jian asked, looking up.

"Zhao Guang weighs 90 kilograms, and the others weigh around 160 kilograms."

In the distance, Lin Quan closed his notebook, rubbed his aching wrist, and opened a document to continue revising the training outline for the elite squad.

After the morning physical training ended, everyone lined up in a loose queue and moved towards the cafeteria. Their hands were shaking as they held their bowls, and they ate their rice as if they were in a battle.

Zhao Guang picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and casually scooped a piece into Li Erniu's bowl: "Eat more, you still need energy this afternoon."

"Brother Zhao, what did you do before?" He Chenguang asked, chewing on a steamed bun.

"From the mess hall." Zhao Guang laughed, fine lines appearing at the corners of his eyes.

"Hey! I also came from the mess hall!" Li Erniu slapped his thigh.

"Just how tough is Instructor Lin?" He Chenguang pressed.

"It's tougher than you think." Zhao Guang wiped his mouth. "Don't believe me? Here's a helicopter, you try it."

"I refuse to believe I can't deal with him!" Song Kaifei said stubbornly.

"Our captain can drive that thing too." Zhao Guang didn't even lift his eyelids.

"What? Instructor Lin can fly helicopters?" Song Kaifei's chopsticks were suspended in mid-air.

"He knows more than you do; he doesn't, we've never seen him do." Zhao Guang lowered his head and took a sip of soup. His voice wasn't loud, but it was deep and resonant. Captain Lin had been in the army for less than four years, but he had received first-class merit, second-class merit, and third-class merit more than once. His medals were stacked up thicker than his palm.

After finishing his meal, Lin Quan returned to his office, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and thought for a while. He then picked up his pen, crossed out a few lines, and added new entries.

At 1 p.m. sharp, Zhang Kun and Xu Jie led their team to begin training.

After finishing the physical training, Zhang Kun moved on to the shooting range to teach shooting.

With the Type 85 sniper rifle in hand, he could hit the 1,100-meter target steadily, only slightly inferior to He Chenguang.

Within effective firing range, each member of the Knife Tip Squad demonstrated superior gun sense and reaction time compared to He Chenguang.

The training grounds have plenty of ammunition, and they never hold back when it comes to fighting.

There are still plenty of Type 81 and Type 56 bullets in the warehouse.

The elite squad is issued 10,000 rounds of Type 95 ammunition per month, which translates to a little over 1,000 yuan per person.

Zhang Kun glanced at the live-fire performance of the Wolf Fang soldiers and said in a flat tone, "So-so."

Seeing that He Chenguang and the others raised their eyebrows slightly, clearly dissatisfied, Zhang Kun didn't say much, but only told the sentries to hang up the balloons.

One balloon after another rose into the air, swaying gently in the wind. He ran while raising his gun, the shots popping instantly... bang, bang, bang, every shot hitting its mark.

Later, they practiced this technique at the sea training ground, wading directly into the waves to shoot. People were pushed along by the surging waves, and balloons were pulled by the sea breeze. Aiming at targets in the water was much more strenuous than chasing and shooting on land.

"This accuracy...is it something a human could develop?"

"Running around and hitting a floating ball, and making them all? I'm impressed!"

After the marksmanship class ended, Zhang Kun and his group followed the instructors sent by the Wolf Fang to move on to new subjects such as hand-to-hand combat, infiltration, and night reconnaissance.

Time flies, a month passes in the blink of an eye.

He Chenguang and his group had already broken through two physical limits, carrying 50 kilograms of weight, and their feet were firmly planted on the ground.

Zhang Kun, Xu Jie, Liu Song, Huo Tian, ​​Xu Liang, and Zheng Tao each made a breakthrough.

That morning, Lin Quan received orders to fly directly to Kyoto.

"The Strong Military System... is awarded to Comrade Lin Quan. In accordance with the 'Regulations for the Promotion of Special Talents'..."

He raised his hand in salute, his fingertips trembling slightly, his heart feeling as if it had been struck by something, both hot and heavy.

The highest honor for Chinese soldiers... the Guardian Medal, was currently pinned to his neck.

The epaulets of a first-class sergeant major have also been replaced.

The badges for the Third-Class Merit, Second-Class Merit, and First-Class Merit were pinned to the front of the chest;

Only this Guardian Medal hung heavily around his neck, like a red-hot brand.

Ultimately, military strength boils down to two things: personnel and equipment.

Regardless of equipment, in terms of individual skill alone, it all comes down to brains and physical strength.

The Strong Soldier System is designed to address physical weaknesses, producing soldiers with strong bones and muscles, great endurance, and explosive power.

The current official version can increase the maximum load a soldier can carry to about 150 kilograms.

The one used by the Bladepoint Squad is an upgraded beta version... They can still run while carrying 150 kilograms, and they can even carry more while walking.

If this were to be rolled out across the entire army one day, the combat effectiveness at the grassroots level would immediately jump significantly.

At this moment, Lin Quan's mind and eyes were filled with nothing but the sensation of the medal around his neck.

He didn't even blink at the ten million yuan bonus and the five percent annual commission.

His wife, Shen Ge, is an only child, and his father-in-law, Shen Cheng, runs Dingxin Group, with a net worth of several billion yuan.

Even though his parents donated all their savings, he never worried about money.

He was promoted two levels in a row, and his salary increased to 16,000 yuan per month;

Even if one retires after 20 years of military service, a first-class sergeant major can earn 20,000 yuan a month after more than 10 years. If calculated at 85%, the retirement pension would be nearly 17,000 yuan.

For those who served in the military for less than 20 years, their retirement pension will be paid at 85% of their pre-retirement salary.

For every additional year exceeding twenty years, the percentage increases by one percent, capped at 100%.

To put it simply, if you work for 35 years, your retirement pension will be equal to your full salary while you were employed.

Two third-class merits add 10%, three second-class merits add 30%, two first-class merits add 40%, one Guardian Medal adds 30%... It's long past 100%.

The pension cap will double. If your monthly salary is 20,000 yuan at that time, you will receive 17,000 yuan plus 20,000 yuan after retirement, totaling 37,000 yuan per month.

He's been in the army for almost four years, and after serving for another sixteen years or so, he can apply for retirement.

More than ten years later, his salary will definitely be more than 20,000.

In high spirits, Lin Quan donated nine million on the spot, and gave the remaining one million to his parents.

The family home was renovated, and my father bought a new car; a million yuan was more than enough.

He also transferred the 5% annual share of the Strong Army system to the military account.

With his current computer repair skills and hardware debugging abilities, he can still hold onto his job even after he leaves the military.

After leaving Kyoto, Lin Quan drove back to the Wolf Fang Camp by himself.

"Captain, your shoulder insignia..." Zhang Kun glanced at it and froze.

"Just changed it." Lin Quan smiled.

"Skipping two levels in a row, that's amazing!" Xu Jie blurted out, his eyes shining.

"With the captain's skills, he's more than qualified to be a first-class sergeant. His jump wasn't abrupt at all," Zhang Kun nodded.

"It's just that age is a barrier, otherwise I would have been promoted long ago," Huo Tian replied casually, his words carrying three parts respect and seven parts honesty.

"Aren't you going to train?" Lin Quan glanced at him sideways.

"We're going right now! We're going right now!" The three of them turned and strode off, their steps quick and powerful.

Just a few days shy of his fourth year of service, Lin Quan shouldered the star insignia of a first-class sergeant... A sense of solidity and warmth welled up in his chest and rose to his throat.