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blood...

...and the only thing you hear is

silence...

...know that you are not alone.

Those before you, those after you,

all of Special Forces...

...will die with you...

...and be reborn with you.

- One dies...

- ...a thousand rise!

- Good luck, gentlemen.

- Sir yes sir!

Ouz, theyre coming. Ouz!

Bekir...

Ouz?

Oh theyre here man. Ouz?

Shut up, stop using the comm.

Youre gonna get us killed!

Hush damn it!

- Tamu Cizre.

- Your orders, sir.

Illuminate them.

Copy Storm Bringer. Illuminating.

Arif.

The night births the moon.

To rise and fall.

Mecnun moans as his blood...

...joins beloved Leyla.

These men came from the west, Mustafa.

There were none west this morning.

662 Tamu Cizre.

This is Storm Bringer.

What do you see?

Veysel, its me, Doan.

Your orders, sir.

Kurds are exhausted north. They

cant hold. The pincer has closed.

How many?

The jihadis are encircling the

mountain to shut off the border.

You need to hurry.

Sir, how many?

Two thousand.

Get out of there.

What does this mean?

This area is surrounded.

Such bad luck. Were in the middle

of total invasion.

Sir.

This truck works.

We can reach the climb to the mountain.

Wont Turkey send you reinforcements?

It's not sanctioned.

We're on our own.

The situation is deteriorating.

Those two thousand men,

in order to hide from American bombers...

...will climb the mountain.

We need to find safe shelter.

Commander...

There is a place...

There is a place, gentlemen!

A dark place.

A place that will lend you

strength, even if you have none.

Youve finished the obstacle track.

You think youre done for, but no.

Now, together,

we discover that place.

You!

Bekir zbey, Ankara. Your orders, sir!

- Youre a wounded vet.

- Right leg, sir.

I dont care.

You ran the track, does it hurt?

Yes, sir.

I dont care.

Can you limp?

A little sir.

I dont care! Run!

Run Bekir, run! Go!

Sir, yes sir!

That pain will be honey

during missions, Bekir!

Your eyes will tear up!

Your teeth will ache!

But Ill make you find that dark place!

The mind is formed of gears, gentlemen.

It unifies the body.

The mind has nothing to lose...

Motivate the body.

Heres something to push you, Bekir!

Ill eliminate you!

Lungs, spleen giving up!

Platinum screws, whole body bankrupt!

But you cant go to that

dark place only for yourself.

Bekir zbey, back here

in 30 seconds...

Or I'll eliminate your friend Ouz too.

Hell make it!

Your creed!

Race!

Music you listen to!

Favourite food!

...dont matter!

Only two important things, gentlemen!

Homeland... and the guy next to you!

You die and kill for these

two things.

If need be, your friend will cripple

his leg once again...

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