We've got Yankee tanks coming in from the plains.
We've lost most of our night vision
and have only a few anti-tank missiles left.
Put your best men into hunter groups armed with RPG's.
Have your men dig holes 100 meters apart.
Wait until the Yankees approach to strike
then attack them in force.
Yes, Colonel Bella.
I want some anti-aircraft here.
We're working on it, sir.
This... This is a madhouse!
Do you want to see me?
Yes... Yes. Go to the sporting goods store.
From the files, obtain form 4473.
These will contain descriptions of weapons
and lists of private ownership.
Oh, how beautiful.
What is written here?
You studied English. Translate.
American history. I know this well.
"Arapaho National Battlefield.
Here was a great peasant uprising
in 1908 of wild Indians.
They were crushed by President Theodore Roosevelt,
leading imperialist armies and cowboys.
The battle lasted all winter. More than 35,000 were killed.
It was the greatest battle of the American West."
Bravo!
Yuri, stay here. I'll take a photo of you.
African baboon.
Now you.
Come here, my friend.
Hurry up, you fool.
Look at me, Yuri.
Look. Look what I've found. An arrow.
An Indian arrow.
I did not know the Indians used steel.
Sure, you fool, they used the melted sabers of Federalist Cossacks.
What a philosopher you are.
Did these Indians work in plastic, too?
You idiot, this is bone, polished to a high sheen. There must be more.
Look.
Watch out! She has a weapon.
Stop, damn it!
Quickly. Catch him!
Stop!
Help me, comrades.
I'm dying.
God help me!
From now on
all troops are forbidden to travel
outside secured areas
in any group smaller than squad size.
Then call Bratchenko.
Tell him Sector Eight is now active.
Right away, Colonel Bella.
And I want some interrogations made,
starting with the mayor.
I'm sick of his... pleasantries.
Consider it done.
Take gasoline.
Hey, girl, what are you doing here?
Hey, beautiful, where are you going?
Forget the broad, just get her stuff.
Where are you going?
You're so beautiful. Wait. What's wrong with you?
Let's get her!
It's cut! It's cut!
I've seen this before.
Nicaragua, San Salvador,
Cambodia, Angola, and Mexico.
But these are my men!
What is a Wolverine?
A small animal, like a badger, but terribly ferocious.
It is also the name of the local school sports collective.
They're beasts, Ernesto.
You must kill every one of them eventually.
It's the same as Afghanistan.
They'll never stop.
Look. I was always on the side of the insurgents.
I have no experience in these matters.
But it would seem necessary to win the support of the people.
As our opponents used to say in Vietnam:
"Win their hearts and minds."
And they lost, Ernesto.
Of course, general.
Things are paralyzed at the front, Ernesto.
Morale is crucial right now.
Keep the men in the secured areas.
You'll see how they forget about these Wolverines.
Are you all right?
You were saying, comrade?
Shut up!
What's going on here?
Help! The Wolverines are attacking!
Follow me! Quickly!
Children did this.
It's rebels.
What rebels? They're bandits.
Every time they shoot, the revolution grows.
I know. I was a partisan.
And what are you now?
Now I'm like you.
A policeman.
Attention!
Be seated, comrades.
What I despise most about warfare is the hypocrisy it often breeds.
I've heard euphemisms that we are containing the enemy,
that our sector of pacification is growing.
These are the tactics of the lie.
Lies have the stench of death and defeat.
You can only win a war by exterminating the enemy.
Do you know who we are fighting?
We are fighting Wolverines.
Small, ferocious animals.
For them, you need a hunter.
And you know... I am the hunter.
From this moment on
there will be no further reprisals against civilians.
This is stupid.
Impotence.
Comrades...
If a fox stole your chickens,
would you slaughter your pig because he saw the fox? No.
You would hunt the fox.
Find where it lives and destroy it!
And how do we do this?
Become a fox.
Comrade Colonel.
I would estimate the enemy body count at 12.
Twelve.
Wouldn't you agree?
Twelve?
I saw only one.
But they carry off their dead.
Of course. Why not?
What do you think?
I can't remember what it was to be warm.
It seems a thousand years since I was a small boy in the sun.
How did I come to this high, desolate place
where there is nothing but loneliness?
So much is lost.
I want to look into your eyes and forget.
It all seems so far away.
A warm house where my shadow never falls.
Your long, black hair in my hands.
There is no more revolution.
Only you to come back to.
I will post my resignation.
They're attacking the station!
Everybody to the station!
Hurry, hurry!