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Go, go, go!

Get up! Forwards!

Forwards!

Somewhere up there.

Friendlies!

Regiment four?

Number three. Come along.

Get up!

On your feet!

You're Latvians!

Get up!

Go back to sleep.

Say hi to Mom. I'll find Father.

Hide under the bed.

Elbow.

Hush, Barons!

May I come in?

Milk?

Good.

Thank you.

What is happening?

Hush, Barons! Hush!

Don't shoot!

Worked here before the war.

Spies!

Don't shoot!

Silence!

Move, Russian!

Down, boy!

They were hiding in a barn!

We are not soldiers.

I don't know.

Restrain the dog!

Barons, hush! Barons, hush!

Restrain the dog!

Hush, Barons!

What are you doing?

Arrest them!

Arrest them!

It's not your fault.

Come on, hurry up!

The Germans are close to Jelgava already.

Burn everything!

Don't leave the cattle for the Germans.

May I take my mother's ring?

Yes.

Will we burn the house?

Let them burn it, if they want.

The cattle will not make till Riga.

Next!

Next!

Go, next!

Too young. Next!

He's got my permission.

Are you his father?

Yes.

In two months, I'll be 17.

Mother's permission?

She was shot by the Germans.

Next!

Too old.

Give my documents to the commander.

The Sargent major of Kexholm Regiment.

Exactly.

17 distinctions for outstanding shooting skills.

Correct.

Served for 15 years.

Sign him up.

♪ God bless Latvia ♪

♪ God bless Latvia- ♪

- Stop it. It's forbidden.

Fuck you, there are only Latvians here.

♪ God bless Latvia, our dearest Fatherland ♪

♪ God bless Latvia ♪

♪ God bless ♪

Prepare the grenades!

Forward in a chain.

Pew! Chu-chu, pew!

Arturs, watch out!

Poof!

Arturs!

Vanags, Spilva, half an hour in slope arms position.

Why?

An hour.

In marching position!

Present arms! Take!

Attack! Go!

A soldier must not think.

Reload, aim and shoot. Understood?

Did your father drill you like that at home too?

No.

At home he was just dad, not a sergeant major.

Load, aim, shoot!

Forwards! Faster!

What are you doing?! A soldier mustn't think.

Forwards!

Impressive, Konrads.

A real acrobat.

But how hard is it really?

Run, Mikelsons!

Come on, you Riga moron!

Let's see how hard you are.

Is that ours?

You can tell by the sound that it's ours.

I think.

Run for cover!

All of you! Hide!

Everyone run for cover! A plane!

Faster, faster! Hide!

These are too small for me.

Report that you can't go to war.

Yeah, right. They will fit without socks.

Mikelsons.

Spilva.

Vanags.

Vanags.

Soldiers!

Today you made an oath to the tsar and the Fatherland!

Be faithful to it and don't spare your lives!

Listen to the command! Lieutenant Apsitis-

- A real hero.

Riflemen. It's 40 kilometers till the frontline.

In seven hours, we'll be there. Oorah!

Oorah, oorah, oorah!

With a song, quick march!

"They will fit without socks." What a jerk.

Can you keep it down?

Did you come here to sleep?

The little boy has a blister?

Shut up.

Are you nuts?

Miss Frau.

A rat race!

Hush!

Guys, do you hear it?

Spilva!

Go gas the Germans!

A medic! A medic!

Attach the bayonets!

I said, attach the bayonets!

Everyone to the parapet!

If we don't respond, they will start firing even more.

Are you blind?

As if you can see anything.

Hold your fire!

Get ready for the attack.

Form a single line.

Back!

We wait.

Load your weapons.

Vanags, we must go that way.

Arturs! Had you gone home?

Leave him. We can't help him.

The fog is clearing. They will wipe us all out.

Move forwards.

Grenades!

Go!

Perhaps Mirdza?

Show it to me too, Mikelsons.

Just bless yourself.

Finally, some tits.

You should go to the infirmary.

I'll stay.

Stop stealing.

I'm not. Just airing the pockets.

And where did you get the boots, huh?

With these boots the fighting will be much easier.

216?

9281.

Vanags.

Spilva, killed in Sloka.

Mom!

Clean them properly.

Make them look like new.

Is that my blood?

Germans have blue. It's yours.

And Estonians?

Fiery.

Attention!

The unit stays in reserve tonight.

Copy that!

Arturs Vanags will be at the sergeant's disposal.

Rifleman Vanags!

Here!

Happy Birthday!

Thank you.

At ease.

The boy has turned 17.

Yes, yes.

Crowds are everywhere.

Let's leave.

Come.

Go away!

Come on, Lolya.

♪ Lolya, sweetie, my sunshine ♪

Can two soldiers rest here?

Edgars.

And Arturs and a bottle of Tokay wine.

And a present from the trenches.

I hate white wine.

We hate it too.

Arturs saw a plane.

Olya.

Arturs.

Well.

So, here you go. Here you go.

Do you want to get us drunk?

Yes, I do.

So be it! Let's get drunk!

There's war, after all.

And war. So be it!

Bottoms up.

That is my sword.

Really?

Where have you been with your sword?

Why is your brother so serious?

Ask him. Go on.

And why don't you laugh?

Ha, ha, ha.

I like you in uniform.

Can I try on your hat?

How should I salute an officer?

Sir, Private reporting!

Sir, Private reporting!

If I give you an order, will you do it?

Yes.

Kiss me.

Should have dug the boxes of seeds deeper at home.

Everything grows spoiled.

There will be nothing to sow.

But here we are, thousands of us,

sitting here and doing nothing.

We could plough a square verst per day.

Wait for the orders, soldier.

We'll have a chance to fight.

To the cellar.

Put the cap on the bayonet and lift it up.

Give it to me.

Lower, not so high.

Lift it up and down, as if he was walking.

Not jumping. It's not a dance.

Slower.

You are as dumb as a rock.

Stop teaching me.

How can I, stupid?

Acting like a professor.

A sniper. Any volunteers?

Very well.

A sniper. Post to the right.

Two go forwards. Lay low.

Arturs, go, go!

For being so weak, you deserve a tribunal.

My boy.

My boy.

What are you doing?

He's got a bullet in his neck, but you give him milk.

Don't talk.

A bullet was removed from your neck, do you understand?

It had gone through the shoulder

two millimeters from the artery.

You were lucky.

Hush. Dear boy.

Still a boy.

War is not for boys.

Should have stayed home with your mom, studying.

Dear son,

my feet are hurting.

I heard that you had fallen in the battle.

But I know, that you are alive.

There is no news. The front is quiet.

Konrads strangled another one,

and I managed to shoot two more bastards.

That makes 30 altogether.

It is cold as hell here, my bones are aching,

but when I think about you and Edgars, and home,

I forget about the pain.

Mother talked about you in my dream.

Edgars had already come home, but freezing.

You are strictly forbidden to smoke.

True. I'm sorry.

You should't talk either.

Visiting hours are over in an hour.

Get plump and healthy as a horse.

Greetings from Olya.

Well, how are they?

Drinking.

How is father doing?

Crawling closer to the Germans.

Shooting every day.

He got a message that you were killed in battle.

But I'm alive.

Well, it's a good sign.

What do you think about this, officer?

While kaiser is having children for breakfast,

behind the front,

German spies have recruited murderers of Bolsheviks,

promising land and money that does not belong to them.

The tsar is ready to die for you.

Let's not give in to propaganda.

Check if these are yours.

It's mine.

I guess you'll be going to the Island of Death.

Play one.

Let's play. See this?

I'm sorry for smoking.

Once healed, you'll be able to smoke again.

My name is Arturs.

I know.

Why are you here at the hospital?

My father and brother are in the front.

And I cannot look after our farmstead alone.

My father and I decided, it is best for me to come here.

What about your mother?

My mother died.

I'm sorry.

Shall we dance?

My name is Marta.

The Kraut soldier was put there for punishment.

The Germans have no guts.

They want us to waste bullets on their jerks.

It's a piece of cake.

Stop.

Why do you pity him?

Perhaps, he shot Spilva.

Perhaps, he put a bullet in the heart of Arturs' mother.

We're not executioners.

He'll get shot tomorrow in the battle.

German asses! Bang bang!

Come here!

Yes, yes! Shit!

I am not shit! You are shit!

Yes, yes! I don't understand!

I am Latvian!

You are a farmer!

You are an ass!

Stop shouting.

Father.

Kill him.

Shoot!

It's wrong.

Shoot.

Bravo, Latvians! Bravo.

If your mother was here...

I hope she can forgive me for taking you to the war.

How many?

What?

How many?

It should be 60 by the end of summer.

Gas attack!

Put wet cloths on your face!

Faster, faster! Come on!

Help the 6th battalion!

Friendly troops! Friendly troops!

Edgars!

Arturs!

Where is father?

What?

Where is father?

They are real devils.

Sons of bitches.

They keep on censoring letters.

It's so you don't spoil your eyesight,

reading so many letters.

But I can't see shit of what my sweetheart writes.

Dick heads.

Attention!

Vanags didn't come for replacement.

Do you know where he is?

Lieutenant Vanags!

Here.

Who put the gun in the grave?

Commander...

Dismissed!

It was me. I did.

Losing a gun means tribunal!

Commander, sergeant major Vanags

killed 56 Germans with this gun.

He deserves to be buried with it.

You did right.

Fire.

Latvian riflemen.

You will succeed in attacking the Germans.

You are lucky to fight together

with the best Siberian units of the 12th regiment.

With your bayonets

we will liberate Jelgava and.

Mothers and fathers are waiting for you.

You will embrace them after the victory.

God be with us.

Volunteers step forward!

You'll report the route to the others.

The tsar promised that we'll get home.

Godspeed, boys!

At ease!

You'll get fed. This is for special occasions.

Could I have some bacon, please?

Perhaps, you want boar's balls?

Hey, this is for three days.

What's in my stomach is mine.

If I get shot, at least Germans won't get it.

Are you stupid? What are you doing?

Volunteers?

I'll take you off the front line to join the signallers.

Maybe also give me a candlestick?

Alright. I'll go with you.

Come.

Alarm! Alarm!

Fire!

Petersons.

Petersons!

Go, go, go!

Give me your hand.

You wanted to shoot me?!

Arturs, grenade!

Kill me, please, kill me.

How are they?

Good.

It should be done.

It's been cooking for three hours!

Add some wood.

Then it will boil faster.

Number three? Yes?

Distribute it to your folks.

It's lice powder.

Shut up!

It's salt!

Lice powder!

It's salt!

It is lice powder he says.

Why are you laughing?

Let's take it off.

What's happening here?

Permission to report, captain,

the Estonian can't cook a goose.

What?

Yes, Your Highness.

On behalf of our company,

we invite you to share this goose with us.

Well, if you treat me.

Right.

Here you go.

Slowly, slowly. Who said, the Estonian can't cook?

A parcel.

For whom?

For Petersons.

Check if there is food.

It's from his mom.

Read it.

"My dearest boy!

I received the money and even your previous letter

that seemed to have been lost.

Now, I have some wool.

I will knit mittens for your friends too.

When my heart gets sad and full of fear,

especially in the dark evenings,

I light a lamp by the bedside

and look at my dearest,

dearest boy's face.

And then I feel at ease and remember the good times,

when we were all together and happy."

Smoke got in my eyes.

"Every evening, I pray for my boy to return safe and sound.

Kisses to my little boy.

Your mommy."

Gather your things!

We are returning to the previous positions.

Why? The Siberians should be in Jelgava already.

It's an order to me and so it is to you.

The orders are not to be questioned.

Where are the reinforcements? Where are the Siberians?

Movement is impossible.

I repeat,

movement is impossible.

We are under attack.

Understood!

At night, we pull back.

The Siberians refused to attack.

But we are so close.

It'll be fine. We'll get home.

Lower! Lower!

Brother. Brother!

Wait.

Wait!

Fire!

Everyone retreat!

Retreat!

Jekabs? Jekabs?

Killed.

Alberts?

Have you seen Pukis?

No, I haven't.

Has anyone seen Rudzitis?

Has anyone seen Mukins?

Out of my way.

Why didn't you come help us?

Read it yourself.

The war will bring the end to the tsar and kaiser.

Point your weapons towards ministers and generals.

Lenin has promised to liberate Russia,

let us liberate Russia and return home.

Land - to the peasants!

Put an end to the war!

And do you believe them?

What else can we do?

I will not fight for this damn tsar anymore.

Do you think that Lenin

will really grant us freedom?

We'll see.

Marta?

My father. He didn't come back.

What is his name?

Peteris Feldzers.

Brother?

He was killed on the Island of Death.

If I find out something, I will write to you.

Does it hurt?

What?

A little.

Marta, the revolution is over.

The tsar and kaiser have been punished.

For two months, we were guarding Lenin.

Then, we were sent to the South.

I was wounded in the leg not far from Rostov.

Mikelsons and Konrads carried me to hospital

for 20 kilometers.

At first, the doctor wanted to cut the leg off,

but then decided not to.

I don't want to return home as a disabled person.

My comrades are being sent back to Latvia.

When I get better, I will join them.

We are stronger and more united than ever.

We'll beat the Germans and go home.

I would like to show it to you. It's very beautiful.

Arturs.

Get back here!

It's not funny.

You'd better tell me what you saw.

They wear red stars.

But they run as soon as the Germans come.

They will have marched into Latvia.

They need to build communism in Moscow.

Who is going to protect us?

We should have fought for own government.

Stop talking rubbish.

Every night, people are killed in Riga.

Some are killed in the brewery.

That's the main place.

Some are killed by the Central prison near the water towers.

Others are killed next to the forests.

They arrest them at noon and by the evening, they are dead.

Who is to blame for that?

For that Antichrist servants' rage?

Those bastard riflemen.

Let's get off.

Me, I'm going further.

Son of a bitch.

Is he crazy?

It's good that you came.

We wouldn't have managed without you.

No.

Yeah?

I'll go now.

Comrade commander, allow me report.

Transportation has run smoothly.

The arrested people have been taken to wagons.

At ease.

Solder Vanags!

Here.

How's your leg?

A bit shorter. But ready for the revolution.

Third unit! To the headquarters.

Go on.

Halt!

Turn right!

Get in line!

Line up!

Attention!

Isn't that Mikelsons?

For counter-revolutionary activities, desertion,

assisting in desertion and assisting in an escape attempt,

for betrayal, the punishment is death.

Execute the order.

You can take my underwear, too.

What are you doing here?

Guess. You can die in Russia.

I'll die here.

Shoot me!

♪ March on, Latvians ♪

♪ Let's join regiments ♪

♪ Let there be blood, we'll fight ♪

♪ Let the slaves' chains break ♪

Aim!

Fire!

Shoot or you'll be shot.

Understood?

Aim!

Fire!

Arrest the traitor.

Mikelsons! Mikelsons!

Bitches!

No, I'll kill you.

Mikelsons, no!

Konrads, help! Mikelsons, no!

Mikelsons!

Whores! I will kill you all!

Mikelsons!

Don't stare!

Hey, lend me that bucket, friend.

Why do you need it?

You'll see.

Your station. Quickly.

Quickly. Quickly.

Not you.

Good night.

What are you staring at? You've got 10 minutes.

Commander?

Are you sorry for Mikelsons?

He'd be shot anyway.

And you'd all be shot, if I hadn't done it.

And I'd have been shot.

You will be shot.

Goodbye.

Let's go to Marta.

She works as a farm hand.

She'll suggest a hiding place.

No, when the reds are gone,

I'll go back, before the Germans get there.

Who is expecting you there?

Latvians are finally forming National forces in Cesis.

While I'm not at home, the war is not over.

Devils!

To the forest!

Stop, we will shoot!

Betrayer!

Son of a bitch.

Where are they?

Konrads! Konrads, let's go.

Get him.

Konrads!

Get him.

I'll shoot!

Don't make me get off my horse!

Check the other side.

Have you seen a solder here?

No.

Don't lie!

No.

Let's go.

If you see anyone, report it.

Of course, comrades.

Why do you hide from your own people?

They are not mine anymore.

I have to go.

Please promise to take me home.

Wrong finger.

We must defend Cesis. And liberate Riga!

We fought under the reds',

the tsar's and even the German flag.

And we have always been cheated.

It's time to fight under our own red, white and red flag.

We won't be servants any more.

Time to defend our land, our home, our family.

The guns will be useful.

Whose gun was it?

The fallen rifleman Konrads'.

May I?

Gatis!

Next.

Great army you have there.

Kids, deserters and refugees.

Listen. An Estonian armored train is on its way.

Defend the railway bridge until their forces arrive.

Listen to my command!

Down!

Milksops! On your feet!

On your feet, everybody!

Go!

Don't sit there! Get up!

Come on! Get up!

Aim! Shoot!

Down. Reload.

Clear?

Once again.

Aim! Shoot!

Down! Reload!

Once again.

Aim! Shoot!

Down! Reload!

Aim! Shoot!

Reload!

Aim! Shoot!

Reload!

Aim! Shoot!

Reload!

Aim! Shoot!

Reload!

Aim! Shoot!

Reload!

Aim! Shoot!

To our brothers and fathers,

who have died defending our Fatherland.

To our brothers and fathers,

who have died defending our Fatherland.

To our brothers and fathers,

who have died defending our Fatherland.

To our brothers and fathers,

who have died defending our Fatherland.

To our brothers and fathers,

who have died defending our Fatherland.

To our brothers and fathers,

who have died defending our Fatherland.

To our brothers and fathers,

who have died defending our Fatherland.

To our brothers and fathers,

who have died defending our Fatherland.

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