After a while, Carl finally reached the shooting range in Punk Fortress. Considering that the fort defense mission was still ongoing, he thought that there would not be many people at this hour.
To his surprise, he walked right into a bustling scene that betrayed his expectations.
Unlike the streets outside, the constant sound of bullets being fired filled the air. From the sound of it, at least a hundred people were training their marksmanship at the same time.
"Why is it so crowded. Back in Brightwood Camp, there was virtually no one at the shooting range." Carl murmured as he walked deeper into the shooting range.
It seemed that he had underestimated the importance of marksmanship to ordinary soldiers. These soldiers did not have powerful War Spirits to help them, after all.
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