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Heh.

I swear I saw someone here.

Do you think the Nazis finally got here?

Heh.

Alarm!

- Alert! - Stop, I'm shooting!

Stop, I'm shooting!

Hide!

Stop! Don't move!

Watch him run away!

Thief!

Unfaithful!

- Is he white? - Thief! Cut off his hand!

The hospital was robbed!

Thief!

Catch the thief!

- Cut off his hand! - Let go!

- Let me go! Infanticides! - We have a bird!

- Child killers! - What did he do?

- Punish him! - As is the old custom, cut off his hand!

- Let go! - He's a kid, you can't do that.

- Stop, damn it, he's Polish. - A thief, not a Pole, give him back!

- What did you steal? - Medicines for my sister.

He robbed our medicine warehouse.

Does British law punish theft by cutting off a hand?

Of course not. British law applies in Iran.

We're taking it over!

Hey! He is under the care of the Polish army in Iran!

We will judge him!

- Send the loss report! - Get the fuck out!

We're taking the boy, OK?

- I don't agree! - We're taking the boy!

Take it out!

Take it out! Quick, quick!

Down with the British!

- Let's go! - Brits, go home!

RED POPPIES

Hello! Hello!

- Inspector. - Mr. General. Good morning.

You see, everything is healing nicely.

- What's your name? - Alice.

Here, this is for you.

- What's wrong with him? - He dreams of an eagle.

And…

And there?

They are kept there with infectious diseases.

Calm down, you little shit! If I didn't want to help you...!

I'll do my thing and then you can cut me off whatever you want.

Jędrek! It's not allowed there!

Flap. I'm here.

I have medications.

You will survive. You understand?

You will survive.

Mr. General, this little shit has done some damage to the English.

He gave them medicines for his sister.

But Zahorski doesn't have a sister.

The 8th Army was tasked with opening the road to Rome.

We must conquer the hills around Monte Cassino, then take over the roads leading

to the crossing of the Rapido River

south of the monastery.

I decided to entrust the task of capturing the monastery and the

surrounding hills to the 2nd Polish Corps.

This is an extremely important and very difficult task.

If the general is not willing to undertake it, I will entrust this mission to another corps.

I'll give you ten minutes to think about it. After they expire, you have to decide.

Mr. General.

Captain Stanisław Zahorski of the armoured forces, veteran of September.

Under Maczek?

Jordanowo, General.

Cross of Valour…

and Maczek gets rid of such an experienced officer?

I'm looking for my siblings, General.

They were in the Soviets.

Zahorski…

I've heard that name somewhere before.

Baśka, you ate something on the side, didn't you?

The doctor will come and give you an enema. Do you know that?

How are you? Mmm?

A few more buckets, Wojtek.

Wait, Wojtek.

Relax.

What will happen now?

Come on, come on.

If you came down, it would be much easier.

It would be much easier, son, if you helped.

Yes?

Wojtek, calm down. Show it.

Do you have any tools?

I don't know, damn it. The engine stopped breathing.

Pass it.

Boys, damn it, can you hurry up?

Oh, how arrogant.

- It should work. - Mhm.

Try it now.

What is it?

Dear Lord, not so bad. Didn't he bite you, Wojtek?

Well, with congratulations. Heh. Can we return the favour somehow?

You can wait for me.

- It's my birthday. - With best regards.

Not mine, but God bless you. For now.

And remember, beat the heads of the ambulance drivers:

no faster than five miles per hour.

You two get that stretcher. Doctor, you are coordinating.

- Pola, Zosia, you know what to do. - With birthday wishes.

This is for you. This is where it gets pumped up and the music comes out of it.

It's a bit choppy, but I'll fix it for you. Hello, Pola?

Where did you get it? Have you been stealing from someone again? You're going to make yourself sick, Jędrek.

There won't be any chryi. It's trophy.

It's good that you remembered, but now go.

We have a lot of work to do.

You'll give me this gift next time, okay?

But will we meet later?

- I need clean bandages. - Yes.

This is the first time we have evacuated wounded with open

abdominal wounds during enemy fire.

- Thank you. - Beautifully.

- Pola already has an appointment! - Hey, hey!

- We didn't agree, Jędrek! - Hey.

- Sieniawski, 3rd Borderland Infantry Regiment. - Zahorski. I work with mules.

- Pola, let's go. - Jędrek!

Hey, she obviously doesn't want your company.

- She's busy! - Any problems?

All right. We'll go together, right?

Field…

Are you sure about that?

- Is he harassing you? - No.

We'll take him downstairs and he'll cool down.

Take him to the basement and he'll cool down!

Let it go.

Zahorski! You have the vision.

Jędrek…

- Don't you recognise me? Jędruś! - Staszek!

Hi!

Oh, God. I already thought that...

All good. What about Helcia?

Where is she?

What about Helcia?

Healthy? Is alive?

Is alive.

Is he here?

Her with other women... To a Kyrgyz woman, it's warm there.

And you left her?

In the Soviet Union, many people were unfit to serve in the army.

You beat up an officer.

- It went... - About what?

Never mind. Oh, a gram of machorka.

You're doing well.

You are an officer.

It's good to see you.

But you prefer to park next to the mules instead of in a line, right?

You don't respect the uniform.

You're a hooligan.

And this?

Who did you steal from?

Mother hid us hard,

father died in Katyn.

And you?

Corporal!

Captain Zahorski?

Bellissimo. I'll go with you, with your permission.

- American. - Thank you.

- Pity. Sugar strengthens. - How do you know me, editor?

First I met your brother, Captain. How was the reunion after all these years?

You won't find a topic for a refreshing reportage here.

The brother is sitting. And, it seems, he is facing trial.

- Is he an adult? - He'll be 18 in November.

It's a waste of time to arrest him.

- A smart boy with character. - I found him too late.

I met one criminal before the war,

who showed off his literary talent.

Have you read Ursa Major's Lover?

If not, I recommend it.

In any case, this criminal regained his freedom.

That's what it reminded me of your bear brother.

- Probably from the mules. - I'll stick to mine, if you don't mind.

Editor, if you could help somehow...

I don't promise.

Private!

Denim.

Welcome to armoured.

Ready for inspection.

Respect.

Jędrek…

Jędrek…

Helcia?

Helcia…

I'm hungry.

He roars after you. They can't cope with him in the company.

Wow! Ooo!

Way to go! Bravo, Wojtek!

It's nice that you showed up.

I have a lot of work at the hospital now. I learn something new every day.

How about you?

Were you able to save those with their guts open?

Yes, all six survived.

Dr. Mazanowski says that no one has managed to do this so far.

Jędrek…

Adam…

This is Lieutenant Sieniawski, he did not file a complaint against you.

Who?

You came just to tell me this?

Jędrek, I'll come here again.

I hope they release you soon.

Stay tuned.

Zahorski! Wash yourself and report back in fifteen minutes.

One more autograph, Mr. Editor.

A commitment that you will make sure he returns at night.

It's rather obvious, I won't spend the night with that bear.

- But free time, what's the point? - You are going under the supervision of the editor.

This is arranged with your older brother as your legal guardian.

You are still a minor. Well, unless you prefer to continue rotting here.

You're staying, Wojtuś.

Don't roar, come on. You have to stay. I'll bring you some food in the evening.

- He was supposed to stay inside. - Has he done something to you that requires him to be in a cage?

Then take it yourself.

Oh, get in.

I?

And who? Trotsky myth?

Unless you can't.

Have you ever held a camera in your hand?

- No, not at all. - All right. You won't mess it up.

A little hat like this…

Oh, now, now. Thank you.

Move.

I understand, the press audience is over.

We're getting ready.

If you attack the monastery hill directly,

hills 569, 575, 593,

“The Phantom” and “San Angelo” will become independent fortresses.

They will finish us off

just as they finished off all previous attacks.

So there is no other option than a flanking manoeuvrer that deprives

the monastery of fire support.

Hmm.

What if we attacked from the north, on Passo Corno?

Then we cut off Monte Cassino in one fell swoop.

German defence forces intersect at Passo Corno.

We would have to have at least

one more brigade to attack so widely.

And by treating the attack on Passo Corno separately, we are moving too

far away from the British 13th Corps.

Yes. And we are deprived of artillery support.

Exactly.

And there is no way to zoom in.

Rapido Valley - surrounded by German fire from Cifalco.

"Death Valley".

Attack on 706, 575, San Angelo?

Then, in the first phase, we save ourselves the fire from Albaneta and 593.

Well, we are exposed to heavy fire from Passo Corno.

I don't know what's worse.

There is no other way. We need to get 575, San Angelo, first.

then 593, 569,

and then attack the monastery.

Right in the middle.

Did the Commander-in-Chief accept this plan?

General Sosnkowski is now in London.

We are the ones who have to make the decision.

Karpacka will attack 593 and the monastery.

Kresowa at 575, "San Angelo" and "Widmo".

It was the old man who decided, he didn't even consult with London.

Are you suggesting that we can deal with this insubordination ourselves?

That's not the point.

No one has climbed this mountain before: the French, the British, the Americans...

Maori, Indians and Moroccans. It's our turn.

Tanks up the hill to the bunkers? For armoured personnel it is certain death.

Brother will be hot.

A Russian spy walks through Berlin and

wonders why people look at him strangely.

And he thinks to himself, is it because of the long-eared hat?

Is it because of the smell of home cooking?

Was it because of the parachute trailing behind him?

How long will we stand like this?

Ask me, and I ask you.

- Can we refill the water? - Please.

- Fly. - It'll come in handy for the radiator.

Enough.

Not the second one.

This flunkey only allowed one per head.

You'll need the water, kid.

May you, Kazek, be used more.

And you, Szapira, don't teach me service or duties.

- Are you something like a suffragan? - What?

- So what? Have fun, editor. - Eh...

Here, here, here, here!

So take the stuff and let's go.

What are you waiting for?

- Shall we go through? - Take cover.

Mortar. Grenade. Charge one. 1500.

- Supervision law, three. - 1500…

Supervision, law, three. Load!

- It's number one. - Fire!

Unfeathered cannon fodder. Do this!

Student, show him.

Whore.

The angle needs to be changed. You're going now!

Mortar. Grenade. Charge one. 1400.

On three!

Once!

- Right, four. - Two!

Three!

Quick!

Sniper, bastard.

Respect to the editor. Report, interview?

Oh, I happened upon it along the way.

See how the "desert rats" fare.

Oh, it's harder, because it's harder to bite into it.

Oh, but fleas bite into us. When you come back, you must...

I took down the bastard!

580 clear!

But sometimes fate smiles on us, doesn't it, Angel?

No.

It dries up like a hangover from an older cousin.

Maybe you could bring some water, angel?

And in the meantime, together with the editor...

Now you can go ahead with confidence. Go ahead, go ahead.

And when you come back, your ears will be at ass level!

The climb to "Gardziel" is a steep 40 degrees.

In addition, there are bunkers on both sides.

Stuffed with pepancami. And the faces.

And any good news?

As usual, the mines will be disarmed by sappers,

in the open, under Swabian fire.

Pray for the soldiers' luck of the sappers.

That's all, thank you.

Forty steps uphill, facing German bunkers.

Not feasible.

We will get artillery support.

We will not stand on our own either.

- We'll cover the infantry. - Madness.

Like the whole idea of conquering this monastery.

Captain Zahorski?

Yes. And the lady?

Sorry, miss…

Fields, right?

Jędrek and I travelled from Siberia through Iran to here.

Were you close to Jędrek?

Like kids, Captain. Misfortune has brought us closer.

And here I signed up for help courses,

and he, you see, wanders from one cabal to another.

But you'll take care of him, right?

As soon as it's all over.

That's good, because you see, he is an unbeliever,

and in Iran he prayed for only one thing - that his brother would survive.

And our sister, Helcia - have you met her?

No. He only mentioned you.

But we really met in Buzuluk.

So Helcia was no longer with him.

Nothing…

Jędrek is now under guardianship.

- Ask for the editor and you will find Jędrek. - Captain, can we set off soon?

You don't have much time. I don't have it at all anymore.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

It's for the one with that face and the young one.

- This guy of yours is friendly. - Yes. Heh. My school.

Fire on the NPLA!

Young…

Young, are you okay?

- Jędrek! All good? - Editor, time to go home.

Run, young one!

Do you have a car?

Here we are, downstairs.

Take it easy, Student. Look at me. It's good. It's good. Come.

- Come. Help me! - Jędrek, help them! Help them!

Help me!

- Medic! - Medic!

- Already. - Doctor! Doctor!

Take it.

- Doctor! - Blood.

- You can do it. - What blood?

- B Rh+. - B Rh+ for sure!

To the table with him. Straight to the table!

I figured out how to…

If I can survive without a single groan, then...

- will you go on a date with me today? - Heh. You're a kid.

- If it hurts, you have to scream, it helps. - Okay, okay. Don't change the subject.

Finished. We have a lot of work to do here.

Dr. Dietrich told us to pack and the WPO to get ready. You see what's happening.

- Is this your officer? It's about him. - Jędrek.

When we sailed here, everything was fine.

- You were. - We were kids, Jędrek.

I almost lost my arm in Iran, just for you.

What are you doing? This is not the time or place.

Pola to Dr. Dehmel, I need assistance with surgery.

I talked to your brother.

He asked about Helcia.

- And what did you tell him? - Nothing.

But he said he had no time left.

Hands up.

Yes?

Up.

Oh…

Captain, this must be some sort of mole.

Leave, Lejtes.

This is my brother.

- Definitely? - Leave us alone.

What is this?

You wanted to ground me?

Did you know that if anyone else caught you adding sugar to the fuel,

you would be jailed for sabotage?

What's going on in your head, man?

Why are you so smart? You should know enough about the military to know what

is gambling and what is suicide.

This is suicide, Staszek.

You are my only guardian.

And for Helcia.

This will end soon.

And me?

We need an older brother.

Someone to take care of us, alive.

In six months you will be an adult.

You don't know what an order is in the army?

I don't give a damn about this whole order. This whole Monte Cassino thing is suicide.

And for what?

For pasta makers?

What do they submit to anyone who is stronger?

For those dickheads from London who have already taken advantage of us?

This is not our land. Staszek, what are you risking your head for?

Heh.

I'll break your head and you'll go to the hospital.

Yes?

Please.

What are you waiting for?

Go to the editor, return the car, thank him

for taking care of him and go back to jail.

You won't survive here.

Because maybe I need a living brother to survive.

Helcia... Is she alive?

Is alive.

I told you so.

I too will survive.

It's not worth it for you.

But for her.

Now go away.

Not too harsh, Captain?

I had to. He wouldn't let go.

Lieutenant Wilkosz.

Twice KW for Tobruk.

Sagittarius Shapira -

born Viennese.

He walked from Magadan for two months

to our army in Buzuluk.

Medic Brzeziński - a peasant from Lesser Poland.

At Tobruk he rescued 11 comrades from under fire.

I Próchniewicz - Foreign Legion.

- Narvik, Tobruk. Wow, that's quite a badass. - So what, with a face like that?

Then imagine, boy,

that this may be the last time you see them. Everyone is going into battle.

They're just idiots. I don't push myself to do that.

Similar to my youngest daughter.

Beautiful, smart,

just a little stupid.

She's stupid because she didn't recognise this one bear boot.

Have you met?

Ah, son…

I have met so many people in my life...

From Mościcki to Piasecki.

And believe me that…

the number of human types is finite.

Really, Jędrek, women's too.

So don't be ashamed.

Don't be shy to show her that...

you are interested in something else besides your own nose.

- Who knows, maybe then... - I'll go now. Wojtek needs to be fed.

- Mr. Editor. - Who the devil?

Chaplain Studziński. What is God leading with?

Mr. Editor, mass.

General Anders asks.

So what? The bald fox probably thinks he'll keep me in the

church, away from the battle.

- North attack marked? - The bishop of Gawlin himself greets you.

- Jędrek! - Yes?

Just don't think you can keep me in church. Heh.

Charge your camera, let's go.

Heh.

This is the great mystery of faith.

We proclaim Your death, Lord Jesus,

we confess Your resurrection

and we await Your coming in glory.

Remembering the death and resurrection of Your Son, we offer You, God, the

Bread of life and the Cup of salvation.

And thank you for choosing us to stand before You and serve You.

We humbly beg the Holy Spirit to unite all of us who receive

the Body and Blood of Christ.

You took down the chief before the W-hour?

I don't know if it worked out. What, shouldn't I?

"Shouldn't I?" Do you know such words?

Keep your machines under steam, we'll do some riding today.

Oh shit. Pull over, pull over, pull over.

It's ass. We continue on foot.

- Oh, you, damn it. - Didn't you have enough of these "seeds"?

I may not come back, but I'll shoot every single one, bet?

Szapira, have you seen it? The canteen was shot through. Bugger!

Hey!

Hey.

Thank you.

No, don't carry it.

Look. This should be extended, and this is where you click then.

Here you pull and snap again.

Easy.

And, even at night you can try by the fire -

should be exposed.

Just be careful, because it's a gift for my oldest daughter.

I need as much hot water as possible. Quick!

Outdoor beds. Out now!

Outside, arrange them against the wall. Already! Faster!

And one clean room, okay? Prepare. In, in!

Inside.

Outdoor beds. Here.

Place the beds next to each other in parallel. OK?

Boxes there. Water. Cook as much as possible.

It has to work.

They will soon have everything at their fingertips.

Lieutenant, shall we advance?

Are we attacking?

Forward.

Forward!

- Forward! - Lower!

- Let's go! - Come on!

Run march! Run march! Lower to the ground!

Come on! Come on!

- Come on! - Let's run and march!

Next! Next!

Come on! Forward! Forward!

Forward!

- Up! - Attention!

Fire!

Douse this fire, for God's sake!

- Fire! Fire! - Continuous fire! Come on!

Keep the fire going!

Fire! Fire!

Run march!

Run!

It's clean here!

- Up! - Forward!

Forward!

Forward!

Shoot!

It's clean here!

Forward!

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on!

Forward!

Forward!

Thicken 593 from page 569.

- Come on! Forward! - Let's go!

Run!

Lieutenant Wołowicz fell. Who's driving?

Let's go!

Come on!

Man, back down, you're going down!

You're coming down!

Take it over! Cover!

Cover me!

Cover!

Come on!

- How many of you are left? - As much as you can see.

Follow me! Follow me!

What is it? What is it?

What is it?

Fuck them! I got so many magazines!

Angel, you will stay! I don't have a hand, you can change it for me!

I say: don't move!

Don't move!

Cover!

Cover me!

I'm coming to you.

Cover!

On "three".

Once…

Two…

Three! Drive!

Head! Head!

Help…me…

It'll be all right.

Take it over!

You...help me.

- Take your own. - Yes Sir.

- Come! - Brzezinski.

Enough of these stunts. You're going down to WPO.

- They still stayed there. - It's an order.

You will go as a messenger.

Let us know that we are keeping in touch…

…and that there is no ammunition.

Lieutenant.

They still stayed there.

- Come. - Bright.

- Brzezinski! - Quick!

Carpathian withdrew with 593 after six German counter-attacks.

They hit our mortar ammunition depot. Three thousand pieces in October.

There is no Wileńska on "Spectre".

I repeat: there is no Wileńska on "Spectre".

Let the commanders pull themselves together.

Who died is to be replaced. You have tank support.

Maintain current positions.

There were 30 men left from my three companies.

And the total losses?

Speak, son.

There will be about half a thousand…

fallen.

Not counting the wounded and missing.

How was the attack? Did you manage to master 569?

I don't know, it's all still going on there.

- We got fired in the back. - And what losses?

Man, don't bother. Ah…

It hurts.

- What now? - Do your thing.

I just got hit by a shrapnel, and…

then I was scratched by a bullet above my eye, but...

whole head.

This is the most… most important thing. Eyes.

Get out of here! And you too! Enough of this!

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

A hopeless case. Against the wall.

Against the wall.

- In the name of the Father and the Son... - This one to the hospital.

Against the wall. Hospital.

I didn't even have anything to draw a cross on.

There's nowhere.

God bless you.

If I don't survive, here's the letter.

Will you inform the priest?

Kroszyn, Baranowicze district.

You won't come back home, Paszkiewicz.

Soviets in Baranowicze.

- No! - Stop!

- What? - What are you doing?

I lost everyone!

I lost almost everyone.

- Adam! - I lost…

…almost everyone. - Come here.

The idiot wanted to shoot himself in the head.

And the other one.

What about Captain Zahorski's company? Do you hear that?

And you?

They are still there.

Stasz!

Stasz!

Stasz!

Jędrek…

Jędruś.

Everything will be fine. Jędrek.

Staszek... You are alive.

Jędruś.

You live…

Jędrek…

I'm hungry.

No!

No!

Do you see that row of white crosses?

There, a Pole got married with honour

Go forward, the further, the higher

The more you will find at your feet

This land belongs to Poland

Although Poland is far from here

Because freedom is measured by crosses

This one's story has a flaw

But, my angel, how can freedom be measured by crosses?

The more people die, the more the nation deserves freedom.

- Am I right, Mr. Konarski? - And this mistake, what does history have?

- So what is this error about? - That it shouldn't be like this,

that everyone should have freedom voluntarily and not pay for it with blood.

Do you pay attention?

Okay, now the chorus.

It's not over yet.

- No, I quit. - Me too.

Do you know that Germans call us tourists?

That we only move, not fight.

Russia, Iran, Palestine, and we are still being tricked.

Like a young boy who wants to go hunting with adults, so he stays up

all night so he doesn't miss anything.

Do you think we don't know that the Allies are deliberately not in a hurry to get here?

Because they are afraid to enter Germany before the Soviets.

Hence all these…

"unsuccessful" attacks.

This is our reason of state to open the road to Rome as soon as possible.

And further.

Now you can't let go.

If only for the sake of those who died here.

Anyway, it's the same with politics, we're dealt a hopeless hand.

We are at a total impasse.

What's next?

I take this responsibility upon myself.

Entirely.

Go ahead and talk to him.

There's something cooking in that head.

But I don't know what.

- Thank you for being there for him. - Eh...

Let at least one of us survive, he will take care of everything after all...

Helcia.

As long as she finds herself.

There will be another attack, do you think?

Give it back to Jędrek.

Helcia…

gone?

She died in Buzuluk, I couldn't bring her home alive.

And I won't tell him that.

Only after all this.

And what if it's too late?

German bastards. They want to break us with the fate of our children.

Gentlemen, I wanted to give the order to repeat the attack immediately,

but the English also failed.

You need to engage the enemy with fire from all held positions.

Give the British 13th Corps a chance to regroup.

We will wait for the British.

Advise soldiers to be patient.

Our medical systems have suffered so much that they are sending the opposite sex to the line?

- That's an order, Lieutenant. - Hey, angel! And does the lieutenant have water?

He would help!

Fuck them! Be careful out there!

Thanks!

Shield! Fire on the NPLA!

- Keep pressing, do you hear me? - Hold your fire!

- I have to download it. - Can you do it?

When we start playing, walk down.

You have to help me.

They won't shoot the wounded.

Fire on the NPLA!

Ah!

Eh! Angel.

Shoot, you bastards!

Come on!

Next!

Something about that officer of yours?

No.

So?

I endured the wounded.

A German sniper shot him. On my back, you know?

And that one corpse hurt you so much?

See, there's one big dying room here. And for what?

One big bastard! The most important thing is…

Don't say anything else, you bastard. You're supposed to tell me what's most important?

Beyond the tip of your nose, you could at least respect these people around you

and not call them out for being losers.

Go and don't show yourself to me again!

Someone has to talk this heroism out of your head, do you understand that? Before they hit you!

Gee, I thought you'd learn something here.

And you became this little shit

a petty thief from Magadan.

Stay away.

From the war and from me.

Son, apparently you know mechanics.

The generator is out, we have no light. I have no way of operating on people.

Mr. General,

for my faithful service, I ask one thing.

For permission to join my home town.

593?

Major?

We should, right?

Poland is far from here, but…

Yes, we should.

Thank you.

- For glory. - Jędrek!

I accepted.

General, it has started.

The British with the 13th Corps passed through the Rapido.

They will tie up all German reserves.

Give the signal to attack everyone.

To all units, I repeat…

Jędrek, that's enough! Give!

Why don't you interview them? Why don't you talk to them?

Before they die here. That's why you're here.

Why doesn't anyone tell them it's stupid?

That's why I'm here, son, not to let them be forgotten, do you understand?

Look around!

Look around! What's going on here?

Think about it, you alone are right and they are all fools?

Maybe the fact that they win here has some meaning for them after all!

...it belongs to Poland

Although Poland is far from here

Because freedom is measured by crosses

This one's story has a flaw

Doctor, I'm talking to Medic Apolonia Swaniewicz.

Don't bother now, you see what's going on here.

I just wanted a minute.

- I have news about her family. - You'll have to wait.

Medic Swaniewicz joined the Carpathians at her own request.

They're going to 593. God help them.

My bag…

It has started.

I have to…

to go.

I have to…

Thank you.

They're about to clear the path. And then the tanks will take up firing positions.

The sappers are coming! The sappers are coming!

Left!

They need to be covered.

Sappers in disarray.

The infantry will enter from Albaneta.

If the tanks do not enter the positions and destroy the bunkers, there will be a massacre.

On Albanet.

Let them wait.

Artillery fires into their positions.

- They will suffer smaller losses by waiting. - Then the attack will be unsynchronised.

Forward!

Forward! Forward, brothers!

Try it on! Shot!

Forward, brothers! Go!

Attack!

Don't die! Hey! Please!

Fuck, please don't die!

Is there any way to support sappers?

Report from the sappers commander: "Losses - half of the company."

Without fire support there is no chance.

I'm moving into position. I will cover them.

This is Drelicharz. Too high risk of losing tanks.

Lejtes, leave!

Forward!

Flap!

Flap!

Flap!

Fire!

Flap!

Ore?

Anti-tank charge.

Target at eleven.

Anti-tank…

Fire!

Can sappers operate? I repeat: can the sappers continue?

You can risk losing your tanks, let them start clearing the mines.

Scorpion 1, can you continue your advance?

No. Damn their faces.

But there are about 20 of our wounded lying there. I won't run them over.

We need covering fire, stronger fire.

Spirit, how are things going with you?

Mine are pinned down by fire on 593, we can't move.

Contact Eighth command immediately.

Scorpion 2,

Skorpion 3, get into position, covering fire with machine guns.

Who's alive, out of the machines and we're pulling the injured out!

From the commander of the 2nd Polish Corps:

"Start bombing the monastery."

This is a decisive moment. We need support. Covering fire.

Cover!

Help me!

Chief!

- You want another Skorupka? - What, should I abandon my sheep?

We can't bomb.

Our Grenadier Guards Brigade is in position 800 metres from the monastery.

Our soldiers are closer, about 400 metres.

Every minute counts.

Will the British support us or will they make us wait again?

Keep driving before they get shot!

And deal with this bastard.

What about you?

Go, son, so that all this won't be in vain!

Do I have this… plain text?

Word for word.

Our soldiers are closer, about 400 metres apart.

Every minute counts.

Will the British support us or make us wait?

We cannot use aviation, but we will support

the Polish corps with artillery fire.

General Leese says that in five minutes there will be fire with everything we have.

That's good, too. Gentlemen, it's all in our heads.

Scorpio two, Scorpio three.

Behind me, forward. Target on the second. Distance - about 120 metres.

I understood.

Heavy fire on the other side.

There's no way! You have to go up this mountain.

It's impossible, commander. Too steep.

Nothing is impossible for a Jew. Check out the Good Book.

My eyes. I can't see anything.

Scorpion 2, we won't make it.

Denim, situation?

We lost Skorpion three.

What's going on? Reception!

Units 1 and 2 continue their attack.

This is the commander. Rate?

They enter the steep slope of the "Gardziela" from the east.

There are some enemy strong points there.

But it's hellishly steep.

Twenty-five degrees only.

It's possible, with a bang. Dziunek!

Follow my steps, it will be easier.

Lejtes, how are you?

Dziunek, take off that pepanca. I'll clean the slope.

Rotate!

Target at nine.

Anti-tank.

Fire!

The slope on the "Gardziela", the right flank is clear.

Scorpio 1, confirm.

The slope on the "Gardziela", the right flank is clear.

This is the commander, I confirm.

General Duch, give the order to the infantry, let's press the fries.

Flap!

Young man, go ahead.

I don't have.

Then fuck off.

Fuck off, I say, live your life.

Where are you? Get the hell out!

Come here! Help!

- Where are you? - Here. Quick.

- To hell. - Grenade!

Attack!

Cover!

- You're going! - Follow me!

Attack!

Medic, come on! Come on!

Take the gun. Take the gun.

Reload.

- Cover. - Come on.

- He got stuck. - Give.

Come on!

Cover!

Come on! Medic, come on.

Come on!

No! No!

Come on! No!

Go… Keep going.

Is alive.

It's okay, young one.

You can do it. You'll survive.

Give it to me.

To the table with him, quickly!

Give me anaesthesia!

Give me anaesthesia!

Hang in there, son, everything will be fine, hang in there.

The Germans withdrew from the monastery.

The English also confirmed it.

Władek, how did you know?

The Germans had to finally break.

Let them report their losses.

Jędrek.

Jedrek, wake up.

Wake up.

Where is my eye? Where is my eye?

Where is my eye? Where is my eye?

My eye…

Why... is everyone at a funeral?

I lost... I lost an eye, right?

Jędrek, forgive me.

Anders himself wants to mark you down, but...

they're afraid of your big mouth, Jędrek.

Give me a mirror.

You cared least about it, and now...

everyone in Karpacka is talking about you, Jędrek.

I cared about you.

Give me that mirror.

We cut the Allies' way to Rome.

They will forget.

If the opening of the front in France is successful.

So it was worth it?

The soldiers will feel like they have won for the first time in this war.

At least for a few months they will become heroes, winners.

Don't you feel that way?

I only know that it was necessary.

Please write it like that.

We must be a loyal ally until the end.

No matter what.

I quit. Heh.

Eh…

Don't move.

If you want, I'll make the same one for you.

We'll go to work at the circus together, Wojtuś. Together.