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"Cetewayo's Zulu
army to disband and the

warriors permitted to
return to their homes."

"Present military system to be abandoned."

"A new regulations concerning the defence
of the realm worked out."

"All who do not submit will be dealt with
as enemies of the Crown."

"We will not permit the arbitrary
killing and... unjust depression..."

"which the Zulu people have suffered
from their own king, Cetewayo."

You'll see from the letter that
this ultimatum is our decision alone.

Her Majesty's Government seems
to prefer a negotiated settlement.

Does this do, um...
What we both know to be right, Frederick?

It does, Sir Henry.

Excellently.

You moved!

You moved.

Go and tell the NCO of that black shambles
if you love him more than you love me. Now!

You're not fit to be in the British Army,
you different-coloured articles.

Straighten up! Melancholia
bloody earth, boys.

I'm to tell you, Corporal, that I love
you more than my colour sergeant.

That's frightening. Get
out of my bloody sight!

Put your rifle over your head and double
round this field till you drop bloody dead!

Now move! Get on with
it! At the double! Shut

up! Get back in the ranks,
you shower of animals!

Company... shoulder arms!

Present arms!

Over here, boys! Over
here, ye! Over here!

Come on, come on, here
we go. Come on, boys.

No, no, no! One at a time.
What do you want? Here.

Heh, lemon juice. What
do you need, eh? Candles?

Yes, on stable. The
money, please. What about...

You passing through?

- We've come to fight the Zulu.
- We aren't at war yet.

- Bit young, isn't he?

- He's my nephew. He
can shoot, track, speak Zulu.

And fight like a lion. He's
got assegai marks to prove it.

- You!
- Sir!

- Take them to the orderly officer.
- Colour Sergeant!

This way.

Company... 'shun!

Move yourselves!

- Let I give the order, sir?
- All right, Sergeant.

Sikali Horse, forward!

Get down foreigners. Hip, hip, hurrah.

- Company... 'shun!
- Splendid horsemanship. Who are they?

Sikali Horse, my lord.
Christians all. I know each man by name.

- They come well
recommended, do they?

- My lord, they rode for
me at Bushman's Pass.

Oh... indeed. Crealock,
you should see that Colonel

Durnford has an
officer for his hard riders,

perhaps the subaltern from the 24th.

I thought it might be more effective
to find someone who speaks Zulu.

Yes... I see you issued each of them
with a Martini-Henry carbine.

Our quota for natives
continue insist. One

rifle to ten men and
only five rounds per rifle.

- Will they make good used them?
- They're as good marksmen as horsemen.

Is no doubting their
horsemanship, Colonel Durnford.

Crealock.

We'll think how to make best use
of Colonel Durnford's African knowledge.

- Colonel Durnford. William Vereker.
- Yes?

- I hear been seeking officers.
- Good ones, yes, Mr. Vereker.

Gentlemen who can ride and shoot.

Private Williams! You've stopped.

Mr. Raw!

Take Mr. Vereker to the store and see
he's issued the necessary equipment.

And then show him to the mess and explain
to him how an officer's expected to behave.

Our good Colonel Durnford
scored quite a clue with the Sikali Horse.

There're rumours is My Lord Chelmsford
intense to make Durnford second-in-command.

That's typical of Her Majesty's Army!

- Appoint an engineer
to do a soldier's work.

- No, no, Mr. Melvill.
Less of your spleen.

Stranger in the mess! Gentlemen, my lord.

Announce yourself.

- Good day, Frederick.
- Good day, William.

- Pleased you could join us.
- It was that or join the Zulu.

Join the Zulu? Oh, yes, you're right,
in the thick of it, don't you.

Talk to your father
before we sailed, he's

said you'd taking the
farming near Zululand.

Sent his regards,
should I meet up with you.

That's nice of the old boy.

I think you'd better call out who you are.

William Vereker.

- Sergeant Murphy.
- Sir.

Bring drinks for the stranger.

Allow me to introduce the mess.

Colonel Pulleine, Mr. Melvill,
Coghill, Jackson, Milne.

- Major Russell, Stevenson.
- How do you do?

Harford and Harford's best friend.

Don't leave your gin
around, Vereker, or Harford

will have it full of
preserved butterflies.

The damn waste, if you ask me.

Oh, I doubt it if I
leave much of that

around, it's quite a
shortage where I've been.

They fight with spears,
don't they? I mean, it

doesn't seem quite fair
against a Martini-Henry?

Didn't really have to choosen
to your country and the Zulu, did they?

- Hmm... A damn close thing it was, too.
- Ah, well done, Murphy.

Stranger's cup. Down it in one and
we share your mess bill for a week.

And if I don't?

Meant a bottle of good
claret to each member

of the mess is charge
to your account.

If it's too much, we'll
have the bill forward

to dear father... in
the House of Lords.

- Oh, no offence meant, Vereker.
- No offence taken, Melvill.

To men who aren't
afraid to speak their minds.

Good luck, sir.

Down, down, down, down, down!

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, down, down, down, down!

Not quite.

- The bottles of claret
are on me, gentlemen.

- Yes.

- For the regiment!
- The regiment!

The regiment!

- Not bad, very good!
- Thank you!

Anthony. Anthony!

Hold this.

Well batted! Well batted!

- Joseph! How are the Colenso girls?
- They're all in the garden, sir.

And they'll be glad to see you, I'm sure.

- Ready? Right!
- Oh, you beast!

- Somebody!
- Ah, that fooled you!

- Tipped it! Tipped it! Out! Out!
- I did not!

- William. You cheat! You!
- Me cheat? Same old Fanny!

Welcome! Welcome back!

Excuse me, ladies.

- Did you get your farm going?
- Yes, I did.

- How was it?
- I've never been so happy.

Sorry, I had to leave.

- You've met the Honorable
William Vereker, I believe.

- Yes, Anthony. We
were childhood friends.

Your childhood friend shot a dead cow at
the gallop the other day. Most impressive!

Isn't Mrs. Durnford, is there?

She exists, but I
nothing's been heard of her

the eight years
Durnford's been in Africa.

Although much is spoken
of her now, my lord.

I recommended him to you
because he knows Africa so well.

Oh, indeed. His
ability to recruit native

contingents is proving
invaluable to his lordship.

- How do you rate him as a soldier?
- It is widely held he has courage...

- and he's an excellent engineer.
- Shall we join the guests?

Do you think she might
become interested in... someone?

- Which one?
- That one, the one who keeps looking at.

Could be flatter yourself,
Coghill, it's a odd eye.

They must've locked to the good ones up!

Ah, General!

Do you find our border
country congenial, my lord?

Landscape most congenial,
ma'am. As a border vulnerable.

Do you really think that
Cetewayo will attack us?

With intention of the Zulu Impi
and their king concern me deeply.

Cetewayo has no
intention of attacking Natal,

Mrs. Pretorius, unless
he's given no option.

He has no quarrel with us.

How rare to meet a young lady interested
in tactical matters, Miss Colenso!

Is it not, Sir Henry, most rare?

You are talking of a violent
and murdering barbarian...

who command an army of 30,000 warriors
just across the river.

My father has known and lived
with the Zulus for many years.

Cetewayo massacred 20,000 his own people
to make himself king!

The English Tudor kings did no less...

much later in our
nation's history, I might add.

And the French, much more recently.

That may well be, your grace,
but be that as it may, my duty is clear...

- to defence of all this, Natal.
- Yes.

Well, it's difficult to
stand against that position.

If you speak only of... defence.

- And what does our good
Colonel Durnford think?

- If the people of
Natal wish to feel safe,

let them persuade their husbands and sons
to come forward in volunteer.

- We need both, officers and men.
- We do, Colonel. Good point.

I cannot be brought to believe that
Cetewayo wants a war with Britain.

Every Zulu is raised to be a warrior.
Without a war, there's be no Zulu nation.

Nobody is really safe,
are they, your excellency?

Mrs. de Witt has four daughters, Henry,
and I fear she feels for them all.

Your daughters may
indeed be in some danger,

Mrs. de Witt, but not the
moment from the Zulus.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please!

I think I should inform you... that I
am obliged to issue a notification...

declaring a state of war
between Her Majesty's

Government and the
Zulu king, Cetewayo,

on his non-compliance with
the ultimatum made on him,

urging reparation and redress
for violations of British sovereignty.

Well. Well.

- Why?
- Oh, yes.

Why do men think of nothing but killing?

This is a wonderful land,
we're privileged to share.

Dear God...

There should be room for all of us!

There goes Number 2 Company.

- Quartermaster.
- Quartermaster.

I'll see ya!

- My deal.
- No, no, no!

Do I believe what me eyes see?

The whole bleedin' army
moving off to meet the

murdering heathen and
what goes on in here?

- A game of brag! Brag!
- Oh, I'm sorry, Quartermaster.

You'll be more sorry as
still when the Zulu ask,

"Lad, what if you got offer
me not to slit your gut?".

And you'll say, "Ah, the knave of
hearts, sir! The knave of hearts!".

Move!

For the savage, just for the child,
chastisement is sometimes a kindness.

Let us hope, General... that this will
be the final solution to the Zulu problem.

Come on, get it! Hurry up!

Quickly! Come on down! And again! Hurry up!

Come back here, you thief, little bugler!

They're ready, sir.

My lord...

- I've prepared a list
of ideas for you to see.

- Excellent, thank you! Give
them to Crealock, would you!

My lord... This list
was prepared for you. I

don't think another can
understand its true value.

Thank you, Colonel Durnford.

Gentlemen, within ten days
we shall cross the Buffalo

River and British soldiers
will then be in Zululand.

Colonel Durnford will
remain down-river where

he responsible to
defend the Natal border.

Will you hear Last Post, sir?

I listened back to Cavalry on Stand
To this morning, boy. It was perfect.

Couldn't have done it better myself, not
even when I was bugler to Duke Wellington.

- Eh, tell me, where did
you get that black eye?

- From the cook, sir.

When saw me dip your shaving tin
in the table too this morning.

- My dad say ties of the
life work wall-less like I said.

- So you got it
in the line of duty.

Point taken.

- Will we be fighting the
Zulu soon, Quartermaster?

- Could be.

Attas!

We cross the river into Zululand...

might just be waiting
there for us to show up and

stabbing assegias
pointing right at our bellies!

- You feary Zulu, they, Quartermaster?
- One Zulu is only one man,

and I'm afraid of no one man!

But the Zulu there,
they come in thousands,

like a black wave of
death, in their thousands.

Them assegias, stabbing!

- Your orders, Mr. Vereker?

- I am to take the Sikali with
the main column to the river.

Lord Chelmsford seems to want me
to stay back with my Basutos.

I think Chelmsford wants
a good man on the border,

he fears a flanking attack
and requested steady commander in reserve.

The wrong side of the
river, the wrong place?

Does he wish me to fight the Zulu
or merely observe in their habitat?

Sir.

God go with you, Mr. Vereker.

Hip-hip! Hooray! Hip-hip!
Hooray! Hip-hip! Hooray!

Get up ground it nice!

- Come on.
- Stop, not the oxen, bloody idiot!

Give me line!

Sarge! Sarge! I'm drowning, Sarge!

- Bloody hell you people by
having the same name as me!

- Sorry, Sarge!

You think Cetewayo will send up party
to greet you, Mr. Vereker?

Oh, they're here all right.

- We must do make sure
they're get back to announce us.

- You mean you've seal?

Forward, Sikali!

Forward!

Come! Come on!

What's up strange name
the newspaper chap's called?

A call Nogg, sir. Actual
name is Norris Newman.

He's presented prudential
from The Standard.

- Our runners behave his
dispatches, do they not?

- Of course, sir!

Go back, it's only a river!

Come on! Straight make it today!

- Hold on, you lot!
- Get these bastards across!

It's only water! You'll only get wet!
Come along, you idle damn it, have you!

Oh, God damn it, it is break
and I'll have your guts for garters!

- An historic moment, gentlemen?

- Excuse me, my lord, Norris
Newman of The Standard now.

- I saw you lead
our cavalry, sir.

- Indeed. I did, my lord, I
was one of the first across.

Were they in good heart thus
they entered enemy territory?

They spurred onto the high ground, my lord,
full of spirit and looking for the Zulu.

Full of sport, they were, my lord.

Tell what you see, write it well, sir,
and make sure you get it right.

If I've got it right, my lord,
you lead an invasion into Zululand, boy,

see all around me but "Why?" is the
question my readers will ask. "Why?".

Do not confuse yourself. Why?

We must strike a heavy blow.
This cannot be a war of manoeuvre.

So attack is your defence.

Oh, let's hope Cetewayo will
offer his Impis for destruction.

My only fear is that the
Zulu will avoid engagement.

I have it, my lord, we attack
for sport. Or is it reputations?

- Enough of your
politicking, Noggs.

- I know your views on
enthusiasm of the press, my lord,

but the English men back home wants
to know what the regiments are doing.

Then I trust you will tell them exactly
what you have observed.

Tricky business, Mr. Bloomfield.

Look at waste! Five
rounds ruined, Mr. Harford.

Each round has
to be accounted for.

It's terrible! Quite dreadful!

- Something be done!
- If they'd been put back in their boxes,

boxes bandaged and
screwed down proper like...

as his lordship ordered
nothing would've happened to them, sir.

- I'm talking about the
drowned natives, Quartermaster.

- Natives is not on my invoices,
Mr. Harford. Ammunition is.

And has to be accounted for,
and the brass cartridge cases returned.

Several our natives went under.
Should we have a roll call, Colonel?

Not practical, lad, we haven't
had time to make up the roll yet.

Besides, I'm not sure how many
we had before the crossing.

Why do you come to the land of the Zulu?

- May I answer, sir?
- By all means, Mr. Melvill.

Come here by the orders of The
Great Queen Victoria, Queen of all Africa.

Forward!

"B" Company, advance!

- Major, send the troops.
- Yes, sir.

Well done, sir! You see it, Noggs?

You see him with it happen
took him with the down.

Not well! This one's
a grandfather at least!

If he'd been a Zulu
in his prime, I'd have

given odds against
your lancer, Mr. Melvill.

Well, gentlemen, first blood to us!

And a rousing good report in the newspapers
to satisfy the politicians!

We ready to move out, Colonel.

If my lord, prepared to move on mount to...

- Your destination, Colonel?
- Is... Isil...

Isandhlwana.

Four miles further than
that tallest hill. Follow the

track and it will lead us to
the slopes of the mountain.

Isandhlwana. Yeah.

Isandhlwana.

I want your wagons with
extended lines, Quartermaster,

but not too extended or my
company can't protect them!

- At most of 50 feet between each one.
- Capt.

When too close together,
the stupid thing is walk into

each other, you sit on your
arse for a good four hours!

Company ask, keep 'em wise with it!
No more than 50 feet! Keep 'em moving!

Keep 'em moving!

There, Melvill! There, stretched
is My Lord Chelmsford's army!

What a wonderful adventure we undertake!

What a marvellous spree!

Damn it!

Zulus!

Here!

I'm ill. Dozens of Zulus followed me.

I must've shot five,
six, ten, I lost count.

They just kept coming!
Blood-curdling swine!

- Why did they attack you?
- I've discovered their army, your honour.

A valley full of them and beyond.

- Army, what Army?

- Beyond them hills,
sir, and coming this way.

Oh, Mr. Vereker, would you mind I'm
asking you to take a look at this map?

By all means, Colonel.

- You see...
- Your wagons, Colonel.

What about my wagons?

On open slope like
this you must bring your

wagons surround and
form them into a laager.

And that immediately.

I hear you have prisoners, Colonel.
Well done! Evening, William!

Thank you, sir!

Evening, Frederick. I
think you should hear this.

What if you saying your brother
didn't laager his campaign...

They had 73 in their party,
we found 73 skeletons six months later.

Boers require a laager with only
a few wagons, we have many.

An unassailable square
of British fire power

is a defence which can
be formed in a moment.

You're leaving us, Mr. Boer?

I'm going to camp among
the rocks over there.

My lord... Mr. Fannin...
claims to seen the Zulu Impis,

some few thousand or so,
exactly here in this valley.

Unlikely. Most unlikely.

It mean taking 24,000 men over
mountain tops. This is not helpful!

Have the prisoners brought to my cabin.

- Mainly get up!
- All right, Corporal.

- Anything?
- No, sir. No.

Get out!

Tell us!

- Evening! Dirty work, eh?
- Very dirty.

Very dirty.

- What did they say?

- Claim they're deserters
so main Impis in the east.

Followed this one so they
given themselves up, go home.

- Do you believe that?

- Oh, their bodies is well
oiled, they fed regularly.

- It's unlikely they're
fugitives as they say.

- Have them questioned further.

They claim the Zulu Impis are
east towards the Royal Kraal

and this fellow says they're
further towards to the north.

Wherever they are, your
worship, there are 60,000 or more.

They mounted ply, Mr. Fannin.

You too speak the Zulu tongue, can't you?

At the moment I
intend to find the Zulu

Impi, Mr. Fannin, and
you will accompany me.

I'm no soldier, your honour,
and it's further into Zululand.

You will accompany me,
Mr. Fannin, or you will be arrested.

This way, Mr. Fannin.

Crealock... We've scouts out in the
direction he claims he saw the Zulus?

- Of course, sir.
- And?

The only reports of
enemy activity come from

the direction of the
Royal Kraal, at Ulundi.

Thank you.

Why don't the Zulus attack?

Zulu may not wear shoes or trousers and the
like, how many said they've got no brains.

- Now watch us and
wait, find our weaknesses.

- Have we weaknesses,
Quartermaster?

- What was that, Storey?
- What? Oh, piss off.

- I've heard nothing, I don't think!
- Well, I did! Stand to!

Stand to!

Stand to, Colour Sergeant!

- Who gave the order?
- Private Williams, sir.

I've got to see this!

Did you call stand to, Private Williams?

I didn't hear nothing, Sarge!

Stand to, damn you!

- No, you done well for
once. Don't push your luck.

- I heard 'em first!

Okay, I'll get you a medal for modesty,
Private Williams! Would you like that?

You never would, Colour Sergeant! A medal!

Colonel Durnford here!

Easy, lads.

Just follow the tracks, sir, you'll come
in Lord Chelmsford's headquarters.

Sergeant.

Stand down, lads.

You done well! Keep it up, lad! Keep it up!

You intended to bring your
reserves to cross the river?

I received intelligence from
some sources on my own that

the Zulu Impi moving north
of you to threaten your left.

Intelligence sources on your
own? Did it not occur to you

they may be native rumours?
Rumours to draw you off...

to leave whole Natal open
to possible counter-thrust?

Cetewayo wants a head-on
battle, a decisive victory,

so his people can get on
with what one matter as

life and death resignation,
the delayed harvest.

- Are you dictating
the strategy of this war?

- I'm explaining my reasons.

Yes?

A large party of Zulus has been sighted
in direction the King's Kraal.

Tomorrow we will
continue our advance on

Ulundi. Durnford, kindly
return to your unit...

bring them here
immediately to support Pulleine.

Mr. Vereker will join you as ADC.
Do you understand me clearly?

And the threat of
counter-invasion no longer exists?

Colonel, if on another
occasion, you flout my direct

order, I shall reactively
relieve you of your command.

Perhaps he has thought
to conquer Zululand on his own, my lord.

I trust you to give me
well informed of Colonel

Durnford and his men
when they arrive, William.

Certainly, Frederick.

Gentlemen, we move to find
camp and engage the enemy.

And my nose tells me we
may make early contact.

- Melvill, until the reinforcement
arrives, we will stand to.

- Sir!

Bugler, sound fall in!

Huge expanse to keep an eye on!

Would you mind riding over to Stuart Smith?
Ask him to bring his artillery about.

Sir.

Oh, Mr. Melvill, kindies sender a lookout.

Tell the call out the introduce by Colonel
Durnford's column coming to inforces.

- Stuart.
- Yes.

How quickly can you
move your artillery forward?

Well, my horses are
feeding, as you may observe,

Mr. Coghill. It will
take a little while.

Well, they are not hungry, Pulleine
wants them in position immediately.

Right.

Bombadier to me, please!

- Be close up, lads!
- Move on!

Steady, steady, steady!

- What o'clock is it, Mr. Noggs?
- 11 o'clock, my lord.

Our friend Colonel
Durnford will be... should

be at this minutes
approaching Pulleine.

I think we'll eat here.

I want to scout that mountain top
and be back with an appetite in one hour.

Sir.

- What hell...? I'll fix him, Sarge.
- All right, you'll do it.

Shut that yelling up! You hear me!

Did you hear me? Shut up!

- Exceedingly pleased to greet you, sir!
- Colonel.

I see you're standing to. Perhaps the men
could eat with their equipment unbuckled.

Yes, of course! Excellent idea! Good.

- Mr. Melvill, order stand down, will you!
- Sir!

Please.

- Sergeant!
- Sir!

Stand the men down, will you!

Crealock, old fella, I'm
doing notes for my dispatch

and I need to clear
up a few military points.

Eh... I don't want to bother his lordship.

Had it drummed into me for the good
commander never willingly splits his force,

especially in an enemy's country,
before knowing their dispositions.

Oh, yes, if we were facing
European enemy arm

with guns, I think your
point would hold on.

So they mere remind you, I do not
create the strategies wish you comment on.

I'm only his lordship's secretary.

I wouldn't take overly
comfort from that, Crealock,

old fella, because if he
sinks, then you sink with him.

So, you've been asked to
look after me, Lieutenant.

- I assure you, sir, I have
no desire to create difficulties.

- And I assure you, you do not.

Infact that be obliges
for your best advice.

- What will be scouts seen?
- So far, only their scouts.

But we have that reports too
this morning further north, over there.

His lordship have deserve
the second opion it's far too

difficult an approach to be
chosen by the Zulu command.

Yes, well, difficulty never
deterred a Zulu commander.

- How many?
- We don't know.

I think it would be
wise to picket the hints.

Just in case.

It's steak on the hoof, sir!

Sikali, forward!

Come on!

Mr. Vereker! Mr. Vereker!
Come look at this, sir!

You just managed bring down a boy of 12!

My God!

We've found them!

Warn the camp. Tell Chelmsford.

- Inform his lordship we've
found what he's looking for.

- Yes, sir!

Sikali, forward!

Take aim!

Fire!

Retire! Retire!

Oi! Come on! What are you doing?

Don't tell me the Zulu
managed to get up there after all!

Zulu! Come on.

They're here! I've sent to Lord Chelmsford!

Bugler, sound the alert!

Roll! Fall in!

Excessable!

Turn in! Roll, lads! Excessable!

Wheel 'em in! Wheel 'em in! Wheel 'em in!

Come on, now!

Tight those ranks!

Private Storey, get those range
markers pegged at the double!

- Sarge.
- One every 100 yards!

Come on, boys, scum bag.

A mule, make sure he pegs them
in a straight line towards the enemy.

Hold them, please, God!
Three minutes, please hold them!

Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on, men!

92, 93, 94, 95...

96, 97, 98, 99. What's next, boy?

Oi! You useless little
bastard. Come here, scum bag!

Look! Look!

Splendid site, Crealock! Splendid!

- I want to establish
camp here immediately.

- Certainly, sir.

After lunch, Brown, I want
you to return to Isandhlwana

and instruct Colonel Pulleine
to join us here immediately.

- If you'll excuse me, my lord.
- No appetite, Colonel?

My men have last ate's
yesterday and the one be

supplies until I get them
back to Isandhlwana.

Oh, they can start off now
and you can join them when you've eaten.

Can be, my lord, but I don't think it would
be proper for me to sit at your table,

they with their bellies
stuck to their backbones.

Excuse me, sir.

Learn nothing from that Irishman, Harford,
except how not to behave.

Excuse me, sir.

A strange message from
Vereker, my lord. It would

seem that Pulleine has
a battle on his hands.

No details. No intelligence.

Mr. Milne... Kindly take
your telescope to high point...

- note events at Isandhlwana.
- Sir!

Take positions to your fire!

Prepare to fire! Fire!

- Steady, men! Steady!
- Prepare to fire!

- Steady now!
- Fire!

Reload!

- Sergeant!
- Yes, sir!

Ride to Lord Chelmsford, invaded Ulundi.

Tell him the battle he
launch for started and

he needs to move it
quickly. Correct clear?

Yes, Colonel!

Number one gun, fire!

Number two gun, fire!

Fire!

All right! This'll do! Take that! Come on!

Fire!

Come on, sir! They're going!

Oh, Lord! Moving out, come on!

Present! Fire!

Gun chain, present! Fire!
Gun chain, present! Fire!

Fire! Fire!

Gun chain, present! Fire!

Come on!

Gun chain, present! Fire!
Gun chain, present! Fire!

Somebody's not watching our bloody markers!

Come on, sunshine!

Oh, no!

Come all this bloody way
to get shot by a bullet from Birmingham!

Shoot straight, you bastards!

Are you will be ready?

Fire one!

Fire two!

Reinforce Durnford!
And ride to Stuart Smith.

Let his guns cover
Durnford for a fall-back.

Yes, sir! Sikali, follow me!

Gun chain, present! Fire!

Gun chain, present! Fire!

Reload! Fire!

Reload!

Give me some covering fire
for Durnford on the right flank.

Whole section right!

- Fire!
- Fire!

Fire!

Retreat! In order. Coming, boys!

- Retreat! Present!
- Present! Fire!

- Fire!
- Present! Fire!

You'll see targets, men! That
right, watch those markers!

Keep steady!

You're the best shots of the 24th.
You let them heathens know it!

Front rank, present! Fire!

Rear rank, present! Fire!

Watch your markers! Watch your markers!
Adjust your sights!

I'm running out of bleeding
ammunition! Bugler!

- What?
- More ammunition, scum bag!

I've been twice already!

- Get ready does, what do
you any afford? Run both ways!

- I'll take it.

Good shooting.

- It's okay bullet these!
- Present!

- Flat now the against
the bone! Smash 'em out!

- But bullets run out.
Those spears don't.

Pullen!

Not issue ammunition
from this wagon to any

unauthorised company.
This lot have their own.

Get it from your own wagon.

- How long have we go
to wait, Quartermaster?

- Get back in line,
boy! Wait your turn.

- But, sir!
- Move!

- But Pullen?
- All the slops are screwed down.

Come on! I'm waiting!

Rank present! Fire!

Rank present! Fire!

- Reload!
- Hurry up with that bloody ammo!

My lord!

My lord, I watched the camp for 20 minutes.
The haze obscures much.

The tents have not been
struck, the only I could distinguish

is the wagons have been
moved mass into the camp.

- Thank you, Mr. Milne. Inform
Colonel Crealock, will you?

- Sir!

Thank you, Milne.

The camp is under attack large force
of Zulu. Colonel Pulleine sends for help.

Come afford, Mr. Harford.
Where do you come by this intelligence?

Durnford's carbineer
himself rode in the camp.

- Very well, go on.

- Colonel Harness has
already turned the artillery.

They have? I see.

Ride out to Lord Chelmsford
and acquaint him with your intelligence.

Mr. Harford! Control your passions!

Professional soldier must
keep cool and tender stress.

Good work, Vereker!

Prepare to fall back!

Move the horses! Move, men!

Fire! Pull back!

Find the high ground!

Speed up the ammunition flow, Vereker.
I'll try to hold the road to Rorke's Drift.

Sergeant, come with me!

Fire! Present! Fire, lads!

Fire! Company present,
fire! Both ranks retreat!

Save those guns!

Private Williams!

Sarge Williams!

- Come here!
- Did you see...

- Hurry up!
- Shut up!

Come on! Get up!

This medal yet, Private Williams!

Wait your bloody turn!

Wait your bloody turn and get in line!

Here, boy!

- Sergeant Major!
- I was saw!

Come on here! Quickly!

Quickly, trooper!

Well done, Vereker!
Now, goodbye then! Go on!

Sergeant!

Well fought, gentlemen!

It's time to save the Colours.
Get to Rorke's Drift. You must warn them.

The Colours!

- Carry them to safety, Mr. Melvill.
- Sir!

Sergeant! Sergeant!

Take my horse!

Off you go! Sergeant, you to ride back to
Natal. When you see the bishop, tell him...

that is tell his daughter, I was
obliged to remain here with my infantry.

- Now go! God go with you!
- I leave God Jesus with you.

- Move it!
- I'm trying.

Give them to me! Come on! Come on!

For God's sake, hold them
back! I'll get the horses!

It's all right! It's all right!

Go on.

Excuse me, my lord,
there's something I must convey to you.

I rode a little while
along the track to

Rorke's Drift, the sky
above is red with fire.

Your orders, my lord,
do we move to the Drift?