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will threaten their livelihood.

For the nobles,

law and order means starvation.

This is all fascinating.

Listening to you, one wonders

what France is doing here...

Mr. Hazan.

What's Lieutenant

Saganne's opinion?

Our Lieutenant's peasant stock

is keeping him from having an opinion.

Unlike you.

Gentlemen...

I have work to do.

Have a good night.

You must think

all we do is criticize.

Are you anti-Semitic,

Mr. Saganne?

What's going on?

Lieutenant, he's my brother.

He wants to desert.

He says we're worn out.

He says we're going too fast.

So I cut his leg a little to calm him

down, so he won't lose his pay.

Put a tourniquet on his leg.

I'll talk to the Colonel.

The Colonel's working!

He won't see anybody.

He won't be disturbed!

I'm not sleeping!

What are you doing here? Out!

Lieutenant!

We're going too slow.

Starting tomorrow,

we'll cover 40 miles a day.

Instruct your men.

Scurvy.

He'll die today.

Only God abides

in His house forever.

Many of us are dying

now, everywhere.

We were here.

He didn't die alone.

Our men are far now.

You're wearing yourself out.

Colonel?

We'll soon arrive

at Wattignie's fort.

Try to look presentable!

Hurry, hurry.

The welcome committee!

It's nothing!

Don't let them scare you!

They're not nobles.

Just a small vassal tribe.

Present arms!

Meet the biggest jackass

in the Sahara!

Major Wattignie!

Saganne, get that fool

out of here!

Sergeant Vulpi, that's me!

demoted twice,

and I'm not ashamed to say so!

Sorry, sir.

Dubreuilh's here,

so no more crap!

- Wattignie's out!

- Enough!

Go back to church,

choir boy!

F*** Wattignie!

That's right!

Those desert nomads

are warriors!

Wattignie made them

break rocks and plant beans.

He made the desert lords

do chores and pay fines!

So they scrammed

and now we're in deep sh*t!

- Vulpi, I command you to be quiet!

- Who will go after them?

- You, with Holy Water?

- Vulpi!

I know, I'm good

for the slammer.

In the meantime,

let's go for a beer.

A chance to drink

with a fellow soldier's son.

- Isn't your dad a non-com?

- That's right.

It's called the bush telegraph...

you do something off up North,

the next day,

the whole Sahara knows about it!

Good job, Wattignie!

Have you ever looked

at this map?

Right here

behind the border lines,

Sultan Omar is waiting

on an opportunity to attack us.

Why do you think Mekalla

and all the tribes have left?

- To go pick strawberries?

- They wouldn't obey me.

Why do you think

we have a goddamn map?!

Mekalla broke his alliance

with me for Sultan Omar.

Now we're trapped

and forced out of the whole area!

It's so simple, Wattignie.

Even for you!

I told you to leave them alone.

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