Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan didn't try to tough it out. Instead, he delved into the old formula: he went through the old files of the National Martial Arts Museum, compared ancient medicinal bath recipes, dissected the logic of the herbal combination of the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup, and then made dynamic adjustments based on the team members' breathing rhythm, pulse fluctuations, and sweat salt content.

After repeated trials and adjustments, they finally figured out the optimal medicinal bath formula and tonic soup ratio for someone who is a little underweight and has a low current physical fitness level of 7,000 jin.

The artifacts left behind by the martial arts academy in the last century have been stored in the military archives. Finding them is not difficult; the challenge lies in making good use of them.

With these two aids, the muscle density, nerve response, and cardiopulmonary endurance of the Blade Point Squad visibly improved.

"Is the limit really 1,000 kilograms? Or is it capped at 500 kilograms?"

Lin Quan stared at the data book, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

He can carry 6,000 jin by himself, and it took seven team members all their strength to touch half of it.

After more than half a month of intensive training, Zhang Kun's bench press, Xu Jie's pull-ups, and Zhao Guang's weighted cross-country running were all stuck in the same place.

"If only the tonic soup were stronger, and the medicinal bath deeper..."

The thought had just crossed his mind when he suppressed it again… Old ginseng, deer antler, and he shou wu of sufficient age are now harder to obtain than gold; upgrading the formula is not just about adding a single ingredient, but about rebuilding the entire metabolic pathway.

Five hundred kilograms is already the ceiling for active-duty soldiers.

After careful consideration, Lin Quan decided not to bother with system iterations anymore.

The technical blueprints for the ultimate version of the Strong Army system, the optimized medicinal bath formula, and the condensed tonic formula were all handed over to Long Baichuan's desk.

The implementation of the second-generation system earned him a first-class merit award and a bonus of ten million Chinese yuan.

On the day the money arrived, Lin Quan didn't even open an account; he donated it directly to the National Defense Education Fund.

A month later, he received another first-class merit award and a first-class military science and technology award.

"Four First-Class Merits, five Second-Class Merits, two Third-Class Merits, and one Guardian Medal; internationally, he won first place in both the individual and team categories at the Mars Scout Competition."

He didn't go to the Hunter Academy... If he had, others could only compete for second place.

However, three members of the Blade Tip Squad went there, and among the top three, two had "Blade Tip" in their names.

On the day the training camp was completed, the sign for the sea training ground was taken down, and the five words "Knife Tip Training Camp" were nailed to the lintel of the main building.

A few days later, the cooks moved in with their pots, pans, and utensils.

Half a month later, three hundred officers and soldiers carefully selected by the Navy marched into the camp in formation.

"No matter if you were a major or a battalion commander before, here you'll all be called 'new recruits'."

Lin Quan stood at the front of the line, his voice not loud, but every word he spoke was deep and resonant.

Gun training instructors Zhang Kun and Xu Jie;

Physical fitness is attributed to Liu Song and Huo Tian;

Xu Liang and Zheng Tao led the swimming and diving training.

All the miscellaneous tasks in the camp, the material scheduling, and the schedule were all assigned to Zhao Guang.

When three hundred people donned the enhanced military system, their lives immediately changed.

A bowl of piping hot tonic soup in the morning, and a steaming hot medicinal bath in the evening.

For the first two weeks, I could hear a "crack" sound from my bones almost every week... that was the sound of my bones being pushed to their limits; later it increased to once every ten days, and then to fifteen days, then twenty days...

Muscles are bulging, endurance is increasing, and nerve reactions are fast enough to catch flying bullet casings.

Close-quarters combat indoors, storming ship cabins, and maneuvering through dense forests—the live-fire exercises became increasingly intense, and the aim of the guns became more and more precise.

More than half a year passed by in a haze of sweat, medicine fumes, and bullet casings.

The first batch of trainees graduated and returned to camp fully prepared.

"With a load of 500 kilograms, his individual combat effectiveness is even higher than that of the 'King of Soldiers' five years ago."

The Navy had just released the second batch of selection information when three hundred Army personnel arrived at the camp in trucks.

With such impressive results, who in the Army or Air Force can ignore them?

"Team Leader Long, Chief of Staff Fan." Lin Quan greeted them at the camp gate, smiling and extending his hand.

The team was led by Long Xiaoyun and Fan Tianlei.

One military truck after another rolled over the gravel road in the camp. The truck beds were not only loaded with equipment boxes, tent bags, and training equipment, but also a whole truckload of dried astragalus, angelica, eucommia... all of which were medicinal herbs personally escorted by Fan Tianlei.

"Instructor Lin." Long Xiaoyun reached out to shake hands, her palms calloused, her smile hearty.

Lin Quan briefly explained the arrangements for the Blade's Edge Training Camp to the two of them, and then led them towards the apartment building.

Zhao Guangtong was in charge of the daily scheduling of the three hundred trainees.

"For weight training," Lin Quan answered readily.

"How heavy?" Long Xiaoyun asked.

"Three thousand three hundred kilograms."

"You really can carry 6,600 jin?" Long Xiaoyun frowned.

"That thing is a bit lighter now... I recently tried it, and it can still hold its own at 7,200 pounds." Lin Quan's tone was calm, as if he were talking about how many bites of food he had eaten that day.

Fan Tianlei didn't say anything, but stared at the iron basket for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Ancient books record that there were several fierce warriors during the Han and Tang dynasties who possessed the strength of ten thousand jin," Lin Quan added.

Fan Tianlei snapped out of his daze and smiled, "So you're aiming for 'the strength to uproot mountains'?"

"Strength isn't something you're born with; it's something you develop through daily pressure," Lin Quan said. "Who knows, maybe one day I'll actually reach that line."

Long Xiaoyun pressed further, "The Strong Soldier System only supports a maximum increase of 1,000 jin. How did you break through to 7,000 jin?"

"Practice." Lin Quan paused. "Practice every day, practice until you vomit, practice until your bones crack, then practice some more."

"The system can't be upgraded anymore?"

"We're stuck. The members of the Bladepoint Squad haven't broken their limits in three months. If only we could concoct a new drug formula..." He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

The coverage radius of the sensor map has been expanded to 10,000 meters; the moment the Type 95 bullet leaves the barrel, he can fix it in mid-air with his mind.

With strength at this level, there's no need to hide it anymore.

"Instructor Lin, could you let the Wolf Warriors Squadron spar with the Knife Tip Squad?" Long Xiaoyun asked.

Lin Quan looked at the wrecked giant ship on the shore: "How about three hundred men all at once, and we fight right there on that ship?"

Fan Tianlei nodded: "Okay."

The next morning, the combat exercise began.

Zhang Kun and Xu Jie led their men in a surprise attack from the waterway, leaping onto the deck in just over three seconds.

Gunshots rang out continuously, smoke grenades exploded one after another, and white smoke billowed from the trainees' bodies.

In less than five minutes, all three hundred men were declared "dead".

Of the seven members of the Blade Point Squad, two were injured and had to leave the scene, while the remaining five were perfectly intact, not even the corners of their clothes were messed up.

Without heavy weapons, it's all about reaction, accuracy, and rhythm... Whoever pulls the trigger first, whoever gets into position first, wins.

The simulated grenades thrown by the Marines were all anticipated and intercepted by Zhang Kun and his team.

Almost all three hundred men fell upon first sight; had it not been for their numerical advantage and familiarity with the terrain, the Knife Tip Squad might have ended with zero casualties.

Seeing Leng Feng, He Chenguang, and the others standing with their heads down and vacant eyes, Lin Quan walked over. His voice wasn't loud, but every word rang in his ears:

"They are better than you, not because of talent, but because they sweat more, have thicker skin, and have been exposed to the heat of gun barrels for longer."

Fan Tianlei chimed in, raising his voice, "Listen carefully! Six months, just six months! Learn properly from the Knife-Edge Squad!"

The Navy's trial training had just ended when the Army rushed over to coordinate and snatched a spot in the second round.

The Air Force Special Operations Brigade had already locked onto the schedule six months from now... The Knife-Tip Training Camp is now recognized as the top-notch melting pot in the entire army.

When a unit transfers someone to a dangerous location, the cadres stand taller.

Lin Quan entrusted the training of the 300 army soldiers to Zhang Kun to lead.