A while had passed.
Everyone had been arranged at their positions.
However, the blizzard gradually intensified, even obscuring their vision.
Compared to just a moment ago, the situation had now become obviously more challenging.
"The distance for the sniper rifle, eight hundred meters," Dallion Collins narrowed his eyes and asked Glenn Hutchinson, "With this visibility, should we change it?"
The weather was gloomy, and visibility was already low. Without the blizzard, they could handle eight hundred meters, but as the weather worsened, the accuracy would likely decrease significantly.
If they could hardly hit a single shot, then there would be little point in training.
"No need."
With an unchanged expression, Glenn Hutchinson gave a negative reply.
The worse the weather, the more apparent the gap in strength.
What Flossie Wright wanted was probably just this effect.
So, he would comply with her wishes.
"Oh."
Dallion Collins nodded his head.
