Skolzne could see clearly that there were people in groups of three or three running out of the fire, and several people were still carrying fire, making heart-wrenching roars while running.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen..." Rank shouted, "We are from the gendarmerie, we are here to rescue you... Run here, don't touch those who have fire on them, that thing cannot be wiped out..."

Running in the fire was originally panic. Now that someone shouted, the crowd naturally heard it, and they all ran over involuntarily. As the gendarmerie said, they could not be wiped out at all. As the military police said, they fell to the ground and could not get up.

"You rush over to put out the fire quickly..." an elderly scholar said dissatisfied, "What's the point of waiting here?"

Rank laughed with her: "Sir, the fire is too big. We have tried many times but couldn't rush in."

"Then you can't wait." The other party seemed to know that the situation was not good and didn't want to make it difficult.

"It's better to move to a safe place as soon as possible." Rank said, "There is a pond not far behind, and it's safe."

He signaled his subordinates to take action, and the team members understood his intention. Each of them helped a scholar to walk back. When they walked to the edge of the pond, they suddenly launched an attack at the same time. They killed the survivors with a dagger, and then threw their bodies into the pond. Some people came one after another and were "helped" by the team members to go to the pond, and then became unjust dead.

After three waves in a row, only then did another man stagger out, his expression and appearance were very embarrassed.

"Is there anyone inside?" someone intercepted him and asked.

"It's gone..." the man replied hesitantly. He recalled in a crying voice, "Many people were burned alive... It was the fire of hell, it could not be extinguished at all. It could not be extinguished... Whether we splashed water, hit it with clothes, or even sprayed with fire extinguishers, it was useless... we could only watch them burned into a ball of black charcoal in screams, and finally struggled to escape... My glasses fell off, I couldn't see the road clearly and finally ran out. Why didn't you rush in to rescue, not rescue?"

"We have just arrived, and such a big fire cannot rush in..."

"I don't know if there are any survivors. It's so miserable, so miserable..."

Skolzne didn't have the time to talk nonsense, patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Sir. It's still very dangerous. Let me take you to a safe place."

"Thank you, thank you."

Scolzne winked at his subordinates, and immediately someone came up to support the man with a embarrassed look. He had just taken two steps away. Suddenly, Rank called out softly from behind: "McDonald. Is it you?"

"It's me..." The man turned around in confusion when he heard this, "Do you know me?"

Rank nodded slightly: "Yes! I know you. You are from the Department of Mathematics in Cambridge and have also studied for a Ph.D."

"Yes." McDonald was happy, "Sir, are you also a Cambridge alumnus? We have known each other or met before?"

"I've known it, and I've seen it."

"Yes. I don't know that the gendarmerie and my familiar old friend..." MacDonald approached a little, and he was embarrassed to ask the other person's name directly, which seemed too rude. He wanted to use the fire to see who the other person was. When he came to see Rank's face clearly, he was shocked and said in a stuttering tone: "Lank, why are you?"

"It's me."

"Didn't you go back to Germany? Didn't you say you would never go back to England again when you left?" MacDonald asked subconsciously, and suddenly reacted and exclaimed, "Why did you become a lieutenant colonel in the military police? No, you are a spy, a spy..."

Rank nodded: "You are right, I'm serving the German Wehrmacht."

"Ah..." MacDonald was so scared that he took two steps back, grabbed a commando, and shouted in horror: "Sir, catch him quickly, he is a spy, a spy who has been involved in the military police ranks..."

No one paid attention to him, and only laughed when answering him. This highly myopic intellectual saw clearly that the military police had strange smiles on his face. No one was known or familiar to him. Originally, there were many military policemen here who could not name them, but his face was still very familiar. At present, he could not tell a single face.

He pointed his trembling finger at the person next to him: "You...you...all are from the same group...you are all spies..." He turned around and wanted to run, but found that his legs were sore and weak that they had no strength at all. In addition, Rank was calling behind his back: "Don't run, otherwise I'll shoot." He was even more frightened.

McDonald raised his hands and turned around with difficulty, watching Rank raise his black muzzle, and his whole body tremble like a sieve. He struggled to walk forward for two steps, hugging Rank's thighs almost collapsed. Rank held him with one hand and did not let him fall to the ground. He begged with tears and tears: "Please, please... Rank, let me go, let me go. I am not a soldier... I am just a government employee... I have never been to the battlefield, nor have I killed anyone... For the sake of our past friendship, can I let me go?... My wife and my baby are still waiting for me to go back... She is Lily... You know her, right... it's the junior girl from the School of Literature... We got married later."

MacDonald spoke intermittently and incoherently, but Rank understood, and the other party kept saying it, and he kept nodding. MacDonald begged for a while, and Rank thought for a while, and finally seemed to have made up his mind to say softly: "Okay, I'll let you go, you go..."

"Thank you, thank you, I will quit tomorrow... I will never do it again... You will be my best friend." McDonald couldn't believe it at first, but after reacting, he thanked him repeatedly and prepared to leave.

"Sir..." Randolph next to him was anxious, "You can't let him go, he will reveal our whereabouts..."

He wanted to say something more, and Scolzne shook his head to stop him. MacDonald obviously heard the soldiers' shouts, and although he was not clear about what the other party was saying, it was probably words like "can't let yourself go". He turned his head and begged at Rank.

Rank waved his hand and signaled, "Let's go, don't look back, never do this!"

MacDonald nodded mechanically, turned around and took another step forward. With a "bang", Rank's gun fired. A blood hole appeared in the back of the other party's head, and his brain was splashed, and red and white were scattered. His eyes were full of despair, as if he was disbelief, he wanted to turn around to look at Rank, but in the end he failed and just struggled to pounce.

Rank threw away the Webley Scott revolver in his hand, turned around and vomited heavily, and had been working in the logistics agency after joining the army. He had little time to contact weapons on the spot, let alone killing people himself. Scolzne patted his shoulder and comforted him. He saw that it was the first time Rank killed someone and he could understand the discomfort when he first killed someone.

After vomiting for a while, Rank rushed over and hugged McDonald's body like crazy, turning him gently over. The other party's eyes were prominent and his eyes were dying with his eyes closed. Rank shouted loudly: "McDonald, McDonald..." His tone was full of despair.

"Sir, stop calling, he's dead."

Rank gently covered the other party's eyelids, then cried bitterly, and tears quickly filled his eyes, and then his whole body twitched and could not suppress himself.

Skolzne asked, "Sir, do you really know him?"

"Yes, not only did I know him, but..." Rank said in a sob tone. "He is the most talented math genius I have ever seen in Cambridge, my best friend, and even my only friend."

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

Randolph lowered his head: "Sir, I don't know your relationship. I wouldn't have said that before."

Rank shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you. He is destined to die today. He either dies in your hands or in my hands. You don't know how powerful he is. Even without those professors, he can rebuild the deciphering system with his abilities."

Scolzne asked him softly: "Will you regret all this in the future?"

"Me?" Rank was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of relief and said resolutely, "Never, the cowardly and confused Rank after returning from Britain is dead, and I will be reborn with this shot."

"Sir." The team members who were on guard duty in the distance came over to report, "The British troops are here. Do we need to block them?"

Skolzne wanted to block them appropriately for a while, but Rank shook his head: "Don't shoot, we can't even leave if we shoot."

"It is impossible for so many people to retreat at the same time."

"I'll go and lead them away." Rank walked forward and began to take off his English submissiveness. Everyone, including Scholz, didn't understand what he was going to do.

"Come on, why are you still stunned? Why don't you go and take off his clothes and give them to me."

Only then did everyone wake up as if they were dreaming, they took off McDonald's clothes and found out the relevant documents and work cards.

"Sir, this is too dangerous, I'll go." Randolph said.

"No one except me knows McDonald's situation, let alone British accent..." Rank pushed him back into the team, "I will lead them away, you guys quickly retreat and wait for me to meet."

"Okay, sir, take care of yourself."

Rank played McDonald and was about to walk towards the British support force. Scolzne hurriedly directed his men to evacuate. When he said goodbye, he hugged Rank tightly. Rank whispered a few words in his ear. He hesitated and nodded, unwilling to let go for a long time.

After running for a long time, Randolph naively asked Scolzne: "Sir, I still can't rest assured that Chief Rank is. He has no special combat capabilities and his physical fitness is average. He can't get rid of the British. Why should I go and pick him up?"

Skolzne shook his head and looked at the sky that had been reddened by fire. The man who had always been hardened shed tears of sadness: "No need."

"Why?"

"When he left, he knew he wouldn't be back." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!