"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!
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!
- 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?