"We're out of ammunition!"
Heracles was just about to continue moving the bullets, but his hand came up empty.
He looked at Nikola, who was still holding the binoculars. Heracles wanted to ask something, but suddenly realized something.
Perhaps due to some mental confusion, under the glow of fireworks, Heracles realized he had no idea who this guy in front of him was.
"What's your name?"
The atmosphere was a bit subtle.
"Nikola Tesla."
Nikola stretched out his hand, maintaining an elegant demeanor even in the face of an avalanche.
"Heracles Christie, pleased to meet you."
Heracles was having a mental lapse. He too extended his hand, shaking it with Nikola, in the manner of comrades.
"So... we're out of ammo, what do we do now!"
Heracles said urgently. Without the cover of artillery, they lost their last means of resistance.
"What else can we do? Prepare to retreat!"
