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Conquer it again, brother. Separate him from that woman before it's too late.

Before we repent of having saved his life.

My king barely mentioned the son's return.

Very good.

Use it with pride, my son.

And I spit on my mother's pride?

Out of the land of the Zulus, now.

I will be king!

Since that initiation ceremony a few years ago,

that he continues to defame you.

Find it and bring it back.

What do I tell my king? - That your child is my guest.

Did you learn to sleep in the open like a soldier?

This is ridiculous.

Attack them approaching us. Maybe even stab the enemy.

SHAKA ZULU

- Son of Zulu. - Do you know me?

We were waiting for you.

I need your skill, Baba, to make a weapon.

Describe it.

The top is larger than normal lances

and the handle is shorter.

I brought a goat as payment.

- What is that? - The unnamed.

Only he can give the blade a power of his own,

Bring it.

In the same way that you have this sheet...

- She will also own you. - So be it.

- The spirit of the leaf was pronounced. - No.

Shaka's spirit pronounced.

So be it, son of Zulu.

Accept this spear and with it...

let the sun radiate your powers

to the ends of the earth.

MTETWAS MILITARY VILLAGE

What a pleasant surprise.

Welcome, Shaka.

We feel your absence. We have not had a good laugh for some time.

I was thinking.

Do we have a thinker between us?

What were you thinking about?

About your behavior in the war against the Dlaminis,

- Where did you put us through fools? - Yes, Baba.

Yes, what?

Yes, that's what I was thinking about.

What conclusions did you reach? If you came to any.

- I was very stupid. - Very good.

I admire a man who admits when he is wrong.

I did not say I was wrong, General, but I was stupid.

Where are your sandals?

I forgot, you lost them on the battlefield, did not you?

We can always get you some, you know?

- Or are you still late? - Delayed.

By the way, we won the war. - Congratulations, General.

And your spears, soldier?

Or did you think it would be better to fight without guns?

No, sir. "My weapon is here."

So you think our three traditional weapons

are many, too long and not good for you?

Exactly, general. He said it very well.

Let me show you one thing.

I need two volunteers.

I said I need two volunteers.

Joko, Mtonga.

Good. Do you want to join them, General?

Very good...

Kill me.

I do not have time for games.

This is not a game.

Come on, I'm waiting.

Do not stand there like an old woman, kill me.

Older.

That's what a larger, general shield serves.

Mtonga, Joko, do not collaborate.

Join, one with another,

physical contact, take the enemy's shield,

put the flank open and point to the heart.

Arm yourself, General.

Throw.

Shield.

- Are you ready? - Soon.

Physical contact, take the enemy's shield

and point to the heart.

Is this a joke?

For lack of a better word, general,

We call it war.

It was not made for military life.

I did everything I could.

He simply does not know the meaning of the word discipline.

But also, you saw him on the battlefield.

It is totally irresponsible.

Kuta, does this new method work?

It's hard to say, but worth a try.

Is that so?

Yes, if you wanted to transform my men into murderers.

There were always differences between soldiers and killers, General.

Many would say that soldiers are murderers.

Only if killing is aimed at victory.

So far we have always been winners of battles

without practically, no blood spilled.

I see no need to change our strategy.

There may be times when new techniques are needed.

And if we go to war

with an enemy that fights differently,

other than following the rules.

That's impossible. Our honor forbids it.

The enemy can not fight as he sees fit.

Thus the war would become a disorderly farce.

No, Nkosi. There is only one tried and tested method of fighting.

What if that happened?

Can change the course of a battle, right?

- Most likely. - In other words.

Can fighting differently help us win a war?

Without a doubt.

I suggest training a reserve unit, according to the new strategy.

When do you want to try it, Nkosi?

Against the Buthelezis. They declared war.

The Buthelezis? But they are not a threat to us.

I think the rumor of the alliance between the Buthelezis and the Zulus is true.

It would be good to be prepared.

How many men do you want in the brigade?

I would say 50. For starters, all volunteers.

They are always the best soldiers.

Do you think Shaka can get so many fans?

Of course.

Good. Try to do it as fast as possible.

What was that?

This time, General, I think the tried and tested is all one.

Very well, men. Who is offered?

For now I only need 50.

Strategy. Speed.

And physical contact.

The leopard hunt,

waiting for the best time to attack.

After,

use the speed to take the victim.

And, finally, comes the physical contact, when it nails the claws

in the throat of the antelope.

Our strategy is ridiculous.

We do everything so that they see us

and there is no physical contact,

only remote combat.

We actually left our weapons lying on the ground,

in the hope that the enemy will be kind enough,

how to return them.

The strategy will come later.

First the speed, take off the sandals.

In return for his dedication, I promise you glory.

If someone here thinks to stay with their injured feet

is too high a price to pay for glory, speak now.

Run.

Something tells me that we were better off with Bhuza.

At least he respected our right to rest.

Give it a try.

- He is beginning. "That's what I'm afraid of."

We are different parts that come together to form the backbone of an animal.

In combat we are a person, a mind.

Let's review the strategy. Twenty men at the center,

organized in rows of five, constitute the head of the formation.

The two groups of fifteen men, formed by the fastest, are the horns.

The head moves first

and behind them come the hidden horns.

This is the first phase.

When I give the signal,

Horns advance through the sides. This is the second phase.

In the third phase, the horns are close to the enemy

and compress them.

Got it?

Let's try.

First phase.

Second phase.

Third phase.

We are prepared.

Can a man feel so much hatred to the point of allying himself with the enemy

to go to war and kill his own son?

Attack.

What are you waiting for?

We will now see if war is the game they wanted it to be.

First phase.

Attack.

Second phase.

Third phase.

With this battle, Shaka altered the African military strategy.

In this region the battles would never be the same,

for Shaka would initiate what would be termed as "Umfagane,"

a reign of terror without equal in the turbulent history of Africa.

Ndabezitha.

No.

Remember Mfunda?

How did he die?

Hunger and exhaustion.

A slow and painful death

especially for an old woman.

Her death could have been avoided. If they had not burned down

our barn, forcing her to flee.

What would you do if she were your grandmother?

Do you disapprove my actions, Makedama?

= No, Shaka. I disapprove of the great Sigidi,

The man who struggles with the strength of a million.

You were friendly with me and my mother,

I will not forget that.

I will not kill you, nor kill your people.

I'm glad you've become a righteous man, Shaka.

How many see you for what you are, a murderer?

A murderer who infected his armies

with their own thirst for revenge in cold blood.

The formation of the Mtetwa Federation is just a pretext.

The wars you make are, in truth, very personal

and you only consider some.

Every battle is a trial

where the enemy is sentenced to death,

for having made your family suffer.

Every village that burns is worth for the house that was denied you.

Every man who guts is responsible for the suffering of Nandi.

Finish this, Shaka.

Your thirst for revenge has already been satiated a million times, Sigidi.

My thirst for revenge

for you and your people.

It was already satiated, Makedama.

REAL VILLAGE OF THE ZULUS - 1817

Now go out. Please.

Mudli, are you?

Yes, Nkosi.

- Mkabayi? - I'm here, brother.

Who can be?

Who should I condemn...

To death. - Nkosi?

Shaka will kill

whoever I choose.

Who can be?

Help me, Mudli.

Nkosi, only you can choose the heir.

Leave Sigivana to rule,

while you can,

while Shaka...

Did he choose an heir?

- Sigivana. - The most unlikely candidate.

Even in death shows weakness.

Sorry, Shaka.

Why, Baba?, the death of that man favors me.

- It was your father. - Family members.

Always demand our submission.

The moment I was conceived, it was a moment of pleasure for him

and the beginning of a constant struggle for me.

If I cry,

would be for me,

Not for my father.

Shaka, how many regiments are you going to take to Esiklebeni?

Are you suggesting that I should take the throne?

I dare not prevent a man from fulfilling his destiny.

I need someone to perform the functions of Prime Minister in the coronation.

I can not use Mudli.

So much can stab me with the real assurance as giving it to me.

Ngomane,

Would you give me that honor?

It will be my pleasure, Nkosi.

Contemplate the spear, inherited from generation to generation.

In the name of all that is sacred, leave this village already.

Does my presence intimidate you, old man?

Or is it your fault that constrains your submission?

Your regiments fail to conquer my submission, Shaka,

son of Nandi.

Senzagakona Ka Jama Zulu, descendant of Zulu Ka Maladenla, made his choice.

I will defend that decision with my life.

I will not allow you to profane the sacred rituals of my tribe.

Get out of this village already.

Sigivana.

Kill this man.

He insulted the king.

I forebode the darkness.

I ask for ancestors to preserve and protect our tribe

and safeguard the past, as it was.

Nothing will ever be as it was.

Now kill him.

Sigivana, do you consider me your king?

Yes, Shaka.

You are my master, my teacher.

Then you're an idiot.

Ngomane.

Does anyone have anything against this decision?

Nobody pronounces.

Then salute your king.

And now salute the queen of queens.

Apart from this man, mother,

Is there someone else who has offended you?

No, no one.

Take your position, mother.

Look at them, Ngomane. Should be thinking:

"Who is Shaka?" "Where are you going? What do you want?"

And what does he want?

Soon you will know, Ngomane.

There will only be one reality, war.

- And when they run out? - The invention, Ngomane.

My chronicle about Shaka's life and the rise to power

was almost complete, but that extraordinary story

is about to be enhanced by events

they are going to take over our lives.