Into the White Page #4

We'd rather stay here,

if you do not mind.

Need a mirror?

Why not?

But then I

having barberhvlen afterwards.

We are here somewhere.

We go this way,

across the hill.

Have you seen the weather?

This is a pure, untamed wilderness.

Captain, we have run out of food, and

there is almost no burn back.

- We're leaving now.

- Lieutenant. I have a suggestion.

- We can go their separate ways.

- No.

Why not?

- There are rules of warfare.

- Why are you so obsessed with rules?

It do not understand. Therefore, we

large, while Britain crumbles.

- Nonsense. The empire is doing fine.

- Fine? Wake up, Captain.

Come on. This way.

Strunk, I can not.

Op.

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

Stop!

Strunk!

Lieutenant!

Follow the trail.

Over here!

We have to go back.

Go back to the hut.

Let's just face it.

We are going to die here.

Lieutenant, why did we not?

I do not understand.

- All the other ...

- Enough, overkonstabel.

Why did we not?

We had our orders.

I made a decision.

- But ...

- There is nothing more to say about it.

How will we survive?

We have beds and bars.

We can take wood

from the floor and the walls.

You there. Help him.

I know what we can eat.

- Should we really eat moss?

- It is delicious and vitamin rich.

Madregel number one: Is it

vitamin rich, it tastes bad.

It tastes good.

Not bad.

It would be good with meat.

We can go hunting.

- You do not like soup?

- It's okay, idiot.

But little meat would decorate.

Old Adolf is probably also a vegetarian?

- I'm not a vegetarian.

- Why are you so thin?

Smith, are you really

the local darts champion?

- That's right.

- No, he's not.

Give me three balls, your penguin,

and I'll prove it to you.

Stand up.

Yes, come on, Schwartz.

Point to one of Joseph's buttons.

- What?

- Point to one of Joseph's buttons.

That one.

Stand still.

It was pure luck.

Stand still.

You can not

do it three times in a row.

- You were right, Lieutenant.

- It was on purpose!

You should see your face.

Not to enter into it, but your

Soup has given me diarrhea.

- What?

- Can I go to sh*t?

I must be on the toilet.

- All right, Smith.

- Thank you.

Captain Davenport.

Thank you.

Reindeer.

Reindeer.

Come and shoot them.

Reindeer.

Reindeer! Come and shoot them!

Sh*t.

Damn it, then!

Ten-fifteen reindeer.

Just outside the hut, damn it!

Yes, I know.

They're gone now.

You, Joseph ...

I must say that Chapter two

was just hard enough at my ass.

Now you have done in the nettles.

I'll kill you.

- Move!

- Joseph! Give me your weapon.

- Move!

- I said, put the weapon.

- You're a dead man.

- Say sorry.

You are completely out of yourself.

Give me the weapon.

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