Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

What followed was a matter of course... He secured the steel cable, dived again, and firmly wrapped himself around the hull.

Back on deck, he wiped the seawater off his face and said to Captain Lü, "Captain Lü, everything is done according to the blueprints."

The winch slowly turned, and the steel cable was pulled up inch by inch. The 293 boat, which had been submerged on the seabed for decades, was gradually pulled out of the darkness.

It took more than ten days to drag them back to shore.

One by one, the remains were carefully lifted up, and their numbers, dental records, and personal belongings were checked one by one... their identities were confirmed one by one.

After seeing off the last martyr and attending the memorial service, Lin Quan rushed back to the Knife Edge Training Camp that same day.

He didn't even blink when he encountered a shipwreck from another country in the deep sea.

If our own warship is sunk there, we have to salvage it.

When a person passes away, their bones should return to their homeland, and their soul should find peace... This is their duty, and also their way of giving an explanation.

Two days after returning to camp, Lin Quan submitted an application.

A week later, several senior sergeants arrived at the training camp.

The Knife Point Squad began learning mortar operation, explosive loading, mine laying and disposal.

Lin Quan learned the fastest. In just a few days, he mastered everything from muzzle angle and blast point calculation to minefield identification.

He already had a solid foundation, and after a few more hands-on practice sessions, he would become proficient.

With the addition of a breathing map that allows you to "see" the direction of the explosive fuse and the tightness of the spring inside the landmine, and the guidance of an experienced squad leader, you can learn quickly and accurately.

This ability is no longer called "breathing map"... He knows in his heart that it is divine sense probing.

The Jing Qi Shen breathing method trains this: Jing refers to the body and bones, Qi refers to physical strength and energy, and Shen refers to the mind, spirit, and intelligence.

When the spirit is fully nourished, consciousness will naturally arise.

Before enlisting, he had been training quietly for more than two years;

He served in the army for six and a half years, and in total, he spent nine years studying this attack method.

"Everything a soldier needs to know is covered. From now on, focus on physical fitness."

"If I run fast enough, I'll step on a landmine and be out of the kill zone before it explodes."

Even if Zhang Kun and Xu Jie stepped on a landmine while running with heavy loads, they wouldn't necessarily be knocked over.

Starting with a 500-kilogram load, I could sprint more than six meters per second in my early training; after unloading the weight, I could sprint more than twenty meters away with my feet flying.

It takes at least half a second for a landmine to detonate after being touched... half a second is enough time for them to be thrown more than ten steps away.

Running with weights is similar to how older generations trained their legs by tying sandbags to their belts.

The heavier the sandbag, the more agile your legs become; once the sandbag is removed, you feel like you've been launched into the air.

Lin Quan didn't ask them to add weight, he only focused on increasing speed.

I can carry 500 kilograms on foot, and when I walk around carrying 600 kilograms, it's just a matter of catching my breath.

He entrusted the camp training to Fan Tianlei and devoted himself to physical conditioning.

I spend at least 20 hours a day, Monday to Friday, underwater.

Using the pressure of seawater, it repeatedly pounds its muscles and bones, compresses its flesh and blood, and forces out its potential.

When tired, they would snuggle against the rocky walls of the trench for a while; when hungry, they would float to the surface and grab a few bites of dry food.

Encountering a shark? A straight punch imbued with hidden force slammed in, shattering the fish's head on the spot, and its massive body sank belly-up.

They specifically target the forehead... No matter how strong a shark is, after taking this hit, it will only be able to twitch.

"This water is over four thousand meters deep."

"The pressure of over four thousand meters can no longer hold me down."

With a sweep of his divine sense, the outline of a submarine appeared in the distance.

"Black Shark? Let's go up and leave a mark."

He twisted his body and rushed towards the dark figure above at a speed of over thirty meters per second.

"The engraved Fire Blue Dagger, placed on its back, would actually be a good match."

Climbing to the top of the hull, Lin Quan drew a dagger from his waist and meticulously carved in the island language: "Yamamoto Taro was here."

"The characters are straight, the force is even, and it's powerful enough."

Sheathed his sword, turned, and burrowed deeper into the darkness.

"Thirty-six meters per second underwater, on land... it's probably seventy meters."

"My swimming technique is getting smoother and smoother."

At a depth of over 5,000 meters, he paused for a moment to steady himself before sinking further.

The rising and setting of the sun and moon were his only measure of time.

"It'll be Saturday when it gets light, time to wrap up work."

As the sun sank below the horizon, he determined his direction and turned back.

As usual, Shen Ge stayed overnight at the Knife Edge Training Camp on the weekend.

"Underwater speeds are around 70 knots. In a speedboat, there's a 99% chance they can't catch you."

Five hours later, Lin Quan stepped onto the training camp pier, his clothes soaking wet.

Scrub yourself in the bath, change your clothes, and fall asleep immediately, sleeping soundly until the wake-up call sounds.

The three hundred soldiers were all elite troops drawn from various special operations units of the army.

Every day they practice, and several units are secretly competing with each other.

As Fan Tianlei watched the Wolf Fang team members push their limits time and time again, he didn't say anything, but he sighed inwardly... both amazed and impressed.

Long Xiaoyun also came; she was young, but she was very determined.

Qin Feng, from the Cheetah Commando Team, was also among those three hundred people.

She didn't want the Wolf Warrior to lose to the Cheetah, not even a little bit.

At nine o'clock on Saturday morning, Shen Ge entered the camp gate carrying her bag.

"You got promoted?" Lin Quan's eyes lit up.

"Looking down on people?" Shen Ge glanced at him sideways and rolled her eyes decisively. "Graduated from military academy and directly promoted to captain, over six years of service, major... do you need to worry about that?"

"How could I dare!" Lin Quan laughed. "I'm overjoyed that you got promoted."

"Have you been sweet-talking me?" Shen Ge glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Take a look at my training camp, what do you think of its quality?" Lin Quan raised his hand and gestured, his tone revealing confidence.

"It's pretty much the same as before," Shen Ge said as she walked, her gaze sweeping over the students lined up on the sidelines.

"Those who emerge from the edge of a knife are all tough as nails." Lin Quan's voice deepened, and he straightened his back even more.

The Knife-Tip Training Camp doesn't focus on fancy techniques; it only emphasizes two things: physical fitness and gun handling.

There are confrontations almost every day; they can be fought anywhere—in the mountains, in the cabins, on the decks.

The more Lin Quan practiced, the more convinced he became of a certain principle: if you can control your abilities, you can stabilize the situation.

Coordination was also crucial. If they were really caught by a group of robbers with seven or eight hostages, even if he was fast, he couldn't handle it all by himself.

After all, he was the only one in the entire team who could "see" the silent flow of air and its outline on the breathing map.

Shen Ge followed him around and around, her pen scratching as she wrote in her notebook.

As night fell, the two huddled together again, exchanging only a few words before their hands were already on each other's clothes.

As dawn broke and after finishing breakfast, Shen Ge started the car, only the camp gate was visible in the rearview mirror.

Before leaving, Lin Quan exchanged a few brief words with Fan Tianlei, then turned and plunged into the sea.

He was already familiar with the trench, which was over 6,000 meters deep, and this time he dived straight down.

The greater the water pressure, the more effective the Qi-Shen breathing method becomes.

Beneath the seabed, everything is clearly visible to his senses.

Sometimes he would dissect the power of the Seventy-Two Styles of Capturing and Killing Techniques, sometimes tiny arcs of electricity would shoot from his fingertips, sometimes he would twist his wrists and dislocate his bones to practice his feel for the action, and sometimes he would carry a half-ton basalt rock and run back and forth in the ocean currents.

As the Black Shark returned to port, the hatch was opened, and the crew looked up, only to freeze in place...

The words "Yamamoto Taro was here" were clearly engraved on the hull of the boat, the ink still wet and the characters sharp as blades.

It was spotless and brand new when it set sail!

Fully submerged, starting at a depth of 200 meters, who can carve these words, stroke by stroke, along the hull while the Black Shark is silently cruising?

In less than fifty minutes, Yamamoto Taro's name had spread from within the military region to the local public security, maritime, and intelligence departments.