"Bring the body out," Trosha finally said.

"Political Commissar, are you taking the shells away?" the soldier in the tank asked, "There are more than a dozen shells in here."

"No"

Trocha raised his voice slightly and said, "Put it here first, and then take it away with the cannonballs after we finish this battle. By the way, which one of you has a full kettle?"

“Mine is full”

“Mine is full too”

"Stay in this tank"

After Trocha finished speaking, he had already helped to carry out Agafond's body. "I know him. Let me think about it. His name seems to be Agafond. He is a handsome young man and a loader of the 29th Tank Corps."

"I have written down his name and unit number." A soldier whispered.

"Take it back!" Trosha said, and placed a pack of cigarettes and a kerosene lighter made of anti-tank rifle bullet casings on the open driver's hatch.

Watching Trosha walk away with the soldiers and Agafond's body, Roman sighed and whispered, "He should have guessed that we are nearby."

"How did he guess it?" Vajim obviously didn't believe it.
Chapter completed!