Arc of Gunfire

Chapter 540 Walking in Ashes

Little Griff witnessed Alexei's final battle.

He hid in the attic, looking down through the broken floor.

After the Prosons left, he quietly opened the attic door and nimbly jumped to the ground.

He quickly came to Alexei and picked up the photo of Tatyana on the ground.

Alexei's body had been blown to pieces by his own glorious bullet. But Little Griff still plucked up his courage and closed his eyes with his hands.

"Rest in peace, Alyosha, I will tell Tatyana about your last heroic appearance."

Little Griff said, taking a grenade from the dead Proson soldier, twisting the lid, inserting the grenade between two floor tiles, and fixing the pull rope to the belt of the corpse.

In this way, he set up crude booby traps under the bodies of every Proson soldier, and then inserted more grenades on his waist, and then came to the door, carefully listening to the sounds outside.

Proson's first attack wave had already passed this block, so it was quite quiet outside.

Little Griff got out of the room, looked around alertly, and then crouched and quickly passed through the alley, like a real Ante soldier.

When he reached the street, he looked out and saw several Proson soldiers cleaning the battlefield.

They seemed to think that this area had been cleared and was a safe zone, so they talked and laughed loudly, and looted property from the dead Ante soldiers.

Suddenly, a submachine gun sounded.

Little Griff turned his head and looked for a few seconds before he saw the window on the second floor that was spewing smoke and fire.

Three of the Proson people who came up were knocked down at once, and the last one wanted to run into the bunker, but was caught up by bullets.

Because the next block was still in fierce fighting, the sound of the shooting of the PPSh did not seem abrupt at all, and it did not even attract more Proson soldiers.

The shooter who shot and killed four Proson people stuck his head out, observed the street, and then met Little Griff's eyes.

The shooter said something with his mouth and waved desperately.

Little Griff gave a thumbs up - in fact, he didn't know what the soldier said, he just wanted to encourage him for his beautiful victory.

Then little Griff lifted the manhole cover and crawled in.

Little Griff's father is a plumber, who often inspects the sewers. The children of these plumbers often wander in the sewers.

Before, the church wanted to send all the children across the river, and little Griff and his friends hid in the sewers.

Now, little Griff moved quickly in the sewers with ease. After running for more than ten minutes, he stopped and carefully checked the number on the ladder going up.

"517, it's here." He whispered, jumped up the ladder, and pushed open the manhole cover.

The street outside was quiet.

You can see that the windows of the building opposite are sealed with bricks.

But little Griff knew that these houses that seemed to be heavily fortified were actually empty, just to consume the enemy's ammunition.

All the defensive forces have been scattered on every street and are fighting freely.

Of course, there are still some important support points in the city, such as the school that Little Griff hates the most. It is said that the main teaching building of the school with terrifyingly thick walls was built as a fortress when it was built. Now it is the support point of that area and is heavily guarded.

There is also Little Griff's favorite movie theater. Now it is said that a regiment is defending it.

Little Griff was about to climb out of the tunnel when suddenly a big hand grabbed him and pulled him out: "Why are you still running around!"

The person asking the question was the parish priest of the church in Little Griff's neighborhood. Now he has taken off his priest's clothes and is wearing a khaki military uniform. However, unlike the regular army, he has no rank marks or military emblems.

Most soldiers in the militia battalion are dressed like this.

Little Griff: "Rif Street has been lost, but we still have our men fighting, and Alyosha has died. I'll take back his relics."

The priest sighed: "That good boy has died, may Saint Andrew be with him. You are not allowed to run around, cross the river!"

Little Griff: "I have buried a lot of booby traps, maybe I have killed more devils than you, priest!"

"You!"

Little Griff slapped the priest's hand and ran east along the street.

"Where are you going?" the priest shouted.

Little Griff answered without looking back: "Go to the May 5th Factory and give Alyosha's relics to his father!"

"Be careful of the Prosons, no one knows where they have infiltrated!" The priest continued to shout.

"I know."

Little Griff ran around the corner and suddenly stopped because he heard the roar of the engine.

I don't know if it was Proson's tank or Ant's T34.

Little Griff hid in the shadow of the building and looked at the direction where the sound came from.

He took out the grenade he had just seized and unscrewed the lid.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

——This is brave, really.

However, no matter how deep he breathed, his heartbeat could not calm down, and the excessive secretion of adrenaline made his fingers tremble.

It seems that for a child under ten years old, facing the enemy tanks is still too difficult.

At this time, the source of the noise appeared in the distance of the street. It was a T34!

The tank was completely unpainted and had no tactical number. It was obviously just driven off the production line.

The tank driver leaned out his upper body on the turret with a serious expression.

Little Griff jumped out from his hiding place, waving a grenade: "Kill more Prosen people!"

The tank commander raised his right hand: "Don't worry, kid!"

As if inspired by little Griff, the tank drove faster, and when it passed by little Griff, it splashed mud on his face.

Little Griff didn't know why, his feet automatically followed the tank, but the T34 running at full speed was not something a nine-year-old child could catch up with.

After being left behind for more than ten meters, little Griff stopped and shouted to the tank: "Kill them!"

At this time, the roadside shop suddenly opened its door, and the lady called little Griff: "Child! Come in!"

Little Griff looked at the lady: "Please take the children across the river, you can get on the church bus over there!"

The lady was stunned: "Huh?"

Little Griff: "The priest said that the women who are still at home must have children to take care of, so let us tell them when we see them - tell you."

The lady looked very moved: "I don't have children to take care of. I'm still at home because the labor camp doesn't want aunties of my age. They want young and strong people."

"Then you should cross the river too."

"No," the lady smiled, "I have to eat the soldiers' food to cross the river. I can take care of myself. I have a lot of pickled vegetables at home!"

Little Griff saluted the lady: "Then I have a mission, so I'm leaving first."

After that, he ran towards the direction where the T34 just came.

The lady leaned against the door frame and watched him go away.

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When Little Griff arrived at the May 5th factory, he saw a tanker with a bandage on his head saying to the factory workshop director: "When will the next tank be off the production line?"

"Look for yourself, tanker Davarish. We are not magicians and cannot conjure up tanks. If you are in a hurry, you can tell us where your tank is broken, and we will send a tractor to tow it back. It is faster to repair it than to build a new tank."

The tanker sighed: "It's no use. The block has been occupied by the Prosen people. The tractor may not come back after going there. We need a new tank."

"Do you have enough tankers?"

Tanker: "There are still three people in my crew, but I am missing a loader. The machine gunner can replace it."

"Then you might as well find a machine gunner while we build the next tank. I hope that every tank that arrives at the front line can use all its firepower to kill the enemy."

Little Griff: "I can shoot a machine gun!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Being watched by so many adults, little Griff was a little scared, but he still insisted: "I can shoot a machine gun!"

"Come on, kid," a tanker laughed, "You are sitting in your seat and can't see the machine gunner's periscope. What can you shoot? You can only shoot blindly."

Little Griff: "I can shoot while standing!"

The tankers all laughed, and at this time someone else came in through the small door that Griff came in.

"Is this the May 5th Factory?" the person who came in shouted, "I heard that tankers are gathering here!"

The commander who had just asked the workshop director for a tank immediately asked: "Can you shoot a machine gun?"

"Yes, I can do any position!"

"Okay!" The commander turned to the workshop director and said, "Our crew is fully equipped. When will the tank be ready?"

As he was talking, the factory door opened, and a brand new T34 drove out and stopped in front of the tankers.

The worker who was driving the tank jumped out: "It was built in a hurry, so you guys make do with it. We will try to make the front armor reliable."

"As long as it's a tank, it'll be fine." The commander waved his hand, "Quick, load ammunition and fuel! Be ready in 20 minutes!"

The workshop director looked at little Griff as if he had let go of a big stone in his heart: "What are you doing here?"

"Alyosha died, I'll tell his father."

"Which Alyosha?" the director asked.

"Panjielaievich's."

The director pointed to the door of workshop No. 2: "Look for him on the assembly line, and tell him that he has an hour's break."

Little Griff nodded and ran to the workshop.

"Wait a minute!" The workshop director shouted, "Put away the grenade, don't blow it up by mistake!"

Little Griff hurriedly put away the grenade and then entered the workshop.

He soon found Alyosha's father: "Uncle, Alyosha died!"

The sturdy worker paused for a moment.

The line leader shouted, "Take a break first, don't make the mistake in the process."

"No, leave it to me." The worker continued his work, saying, "My cabinet is No. 301, put the relics in it."

Little Griff nodded and turned to leave. The worker suddenly asked again, "Is he brave?"

"Brave, killed at least five Prosen people."

"Is that so." The worker tightened the screws and added, "Good job, good job."

He took a step back, and the production line moved with him, and the workpieces that had completed his process moved forward.

He stepped forward and started to process the new workpiece.

In the factory, the sound of air hammers or punching machines sounded regularly, like thunder and drums.

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