"I know", Dracula said calmly. "What are we going to do about it?" The caller asked. "We? As I said, I'm busy. I'll call you later", Dracula said.
As if on a cue, Dracula saw movement from the scope. Then, something strange happened. The scope's precision plus shrank a little, and the tip of the gun adjusted a little, directly facing the person in question.
It was a returning soldier. No, Dracula saw more of them. They were like fifteen in total, all returning, without speaking to each other.
Dracula's expression changed as he placed his finger on the trigger and waited for a little, moving the rifle's tip towards the last soldier at the back.
"Don't fail me now Precision Scope", he mumbled and pressed the trigger with controlled impulse.
On the other side of the field, the soldier that was before the last soldier stared straight at the empty, vast area with his sunken eyes. His skin was time two duller than usual due to the amount of gunpowder he was exposed to,
