Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He picked up a crystal that shimmered with a faint blue light. The moment his fingertips touched it, a warm current seeped into his limbs and bones, as if his muscles, bones, and internal organs had been gently massaged, gradually becoming more solid.

After practicing breathing techniques for several years, he could sense even the slightest change in his body.

This crystal doesn't harm people; it only silently enhances their abilities. It's a genuine, high-quality product.

"There are quite a few strange fish down there, swimming at speeds of around thirty meters per second."

He picked up a few pieces of blue crystal, determined the direction, and swam towards the Blade Point Training Camp.

Crossing the Mariana Trench was a physically and mentally exhausting experience.

The maximum speed in water is consistently over 100 meters per second.

After returning to camp, Lin Quan cut and polished the crystal into pendants and matched them one by one: one for his grandparents, one for his parents, one for his parents-in-law, one for Shen Ge, and one for himself.

With nothing to do, he strolled over to an armored vehicle.

"This iron lump weighs twelve tons. Let's give it a try."

He bent down and gripped the chassis steel beam, his arms lifting and lowering... the vehicle lifted off the ground, its four tracks swaying in the air.

"At this rate, thirty tons shouldn't be a problem."

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he turned and went back to his office, turned on his computer, and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

Several years ago, his coding skills were already at the level of a top hacker.

He spent about ten days developing a combat support program.

After dialing Long Baichuan's number, Lin Quan secretly accessed the information brigade's internal system using this program an hour later.

"They didn't notice?"

He remotely accessed the information team's terminal and recorded the video and audio of Director Zhao's meeting.

He had just put his phone back in his pocket when it rang again... He called Long Baichuan back.

Less than ten minutes later, Director Zhao got up and left the office, without even closing the door properly.

"Let's try the simulation effect."

A composite video...the footage shows Director Zhao himself, with perfect lip movements, speaking speed, and facial expressions...it was uploaded to the Information Brigade's intranet.

"It's perfectly safe; no one has suspected anything."

After completing the test, Lin Quan wrote an evaluation report and delivered it directly to Long Baichuan's desk.

This set of tools has truly improved the response efficiency of the information battlefield.

After seven or eight rounds of testing, the higher authorities approved two first-class merits and awarded a first-class military science and technology prize.

After pondering for a while, Lin Quan handed over the last piece of blue crystal.

That thing could enhance physical abilities, but it was almost ineffective for him... exceeding the threshold at which it could work.

If we used it for pharmaceutical research, it might be able to significantly improve the individual combat capabilities of soldiers...

There's more than just this one buried at the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

Even without pursuing research and development, the crystals themselves alone could be used to amass tens of thousands of elite troops.

Three days later, Lin Quan pushed open the door and entered the conference room.

"Sergeant Lin." Lin Tao raised his hand in salute.

"Commander," Lin Quan returned the greeting, his shoulders ramrod straight.

"Marinaia Trench".

"You've been down to 10,000 meters?" Lin Tao's eyelids twitched.

"Holding underwater for five hours is no problem; the depth was determined little by little through trial and error," Lin Quan replied calmly.

Zhang Yu stood to the side with his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

"Are there more in the ditch?"

Yes, quite a few.

Lin Tao laughed: "I'll give you a job... Bring back all the crystals you can find at the bottom of the ditch."

"Yes!" Lin Quan answered crisply, without any hesitation.

A single crystal can support a maximum weight of one thousand kilograms.

With the upper limit fixed here, it has long become a dispensable scrap for him.

Lin Quan retrieved a thickened metal box from the Bladepoint Training Camp and headed straight for the coast.

Dive into the Mariana Trench and sweep every single crystal exposed on the sediment layer into a box.

"There are still quite a few buried in the mud and sand below, but we'll collect this many for now."

After dragging their heavy suitcases ashore, they returned to camp to wash up and change clothes, then drove straight to headquarters.

He personally handed the crystal and its box to Lin Tao.

"Sergeant Lin, have you considered becoming an officer?" Zhang Yu asked bluntly.

Lin Quan shook his head: "It's fine now."

The actual salary of a colonel is less than nine thousand, but he receives sixteen thousand every month; this does not include the post allowance, technical subsidies and other such items... The retirement benefits of a first-class sergeant major have long been written down.

He can apply for discharge after serving 20 years in the military, but of course, he can serve for another 10 or so years.

He never even considered changing his shoulder insignia. Being a non-commissioned officer was comfortable and reassuring.

When he reached the end of his career as a non-commissioned officer and encountered actual combat missions, he always had Zhang Kun and Xu Jie lead the charge.

Once he shows up, most of the names on the merit list will have to be replaced... The promotion of Zhang Kun to sergeant-level officer, the transfer of Xu Jie to another post, and the promotion of Zhao Guang to deputy company commander will probably have to be postponed for another two or three years.

They are in charge of the daily training of the Knife Tip Battalion, and they are awarded a second-class merit every six months without fail.

After making several meritorious contributions, promotion and job transfer are natural outcomes.

Special forces recruits can carry 500 kilograms after only six months of training and receive several second-class merit awards; everyone agrees that this is reasonable.

Time flies. After the Air Force special forces withdrew, General Gao led 300 armed police officers; six months later, the armed police were rotated, and General Wen led 300 special police officers to take over.

"I joined the Party in my sophomore year of college, and have been a Party member for eleven years; I have served in the military for eight years and four months."

"Five First-Class Merits, Six Second-Class Merits, Five Third-Class Merits, One Guardian Medal, and Two First-Class Military Science and Technology Awards."

After the special police team finished their field training, the Navy sent another 300 officers and soldiers over.

"With the addition of crystals, the new version of the 'Strong Soldier System' has increased its load-bearing limit to 1,500 kilograms."

Lin Quan handed the report to Lin Tao's desk.

Ever since the crystals were put into storage, the direct affiliation of the Blade Tip Training Camp has changed... Nominally, it is jointly managed by the military and police, but in reality, all matters are decided by Lin Tao.

His office was closest to the training camp, so whenever Lin Quan needed something, he would just push the door open and walk in without having to say anything three times.

"I haven't been back for more than two years, and the Chinese New Year is just a few days away."

He took a leave of absence to visit his family and spent a few quiet days with Shen Ge.

After having New Year's Eve dinner at his parents' house, the two drove back to Chongqing.

"Isn't it too conspicuous to drive this military off-road vehicle back to our hometown?" Shen Ge asked as she fastened her seatbelt.

"The commander told me to drive, saying it was safe on the road," Lin Quan said with a smile and a shake of his head.

He also asked me to persuade you to become a military officer.

"Aren't non-commissioned officers great? High pay, little work, and a carefree life."

The car was tall and sturdy, with bulletproof glass and puncture-proof tires. When you stepped on the gas, the chassis was as stable as if it were welded to the ground.

"I called my parents a couple of days ago, and they said that we have to make up for the New Year's Eve dinner, and this time it has to be a proper one." Shen Ge turned her head to the side, her eyes smiling.

"I'm thirty now, and I'll be thirty-one when spring comes. Time really flies." As Lin Quan said this, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the creases on the cuffs of his military uniform.

"Sergeant Lin, when are we retiring?" Shen Ge asked, turning her head to the side.

"Let's talk about it after twenty years." Lin Quan paused, "It's not the time to think about that now."

Whether he's in the Knife-Edge Training Camp or not is no longer the key issue.

He didn't want to waste his energy; he wanted to put his efforts to good use and come up with something new.

Computers can turn pages faster than a book. This combat system works well now, but who can guarantee it will still be effective five years from now?

That blue crystal can lift a human body up to 1,500 kilograms.

The current strength system is stuck at the 1,500 kilogram mark, but the mark is not a wall. As long as we find the right approach, it may be possible to raise it further.

A strong nation ensures a peaceful family.

Since you've put on this uniform, you have to shoulder what you're supposed to shoulder, get through what you're supposed to get through, and endure what you're supposed to endure.

Before he could remove his shoulder insignia, he had to focus on making the military's fist even tighter and stronger.

The strength of an army depends on both its people and its equipment.