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We have a chance to win the King's consideration.

If we control the soul of Shaka, we control all of South Africa.

That's the game, right?

Everything indicates that Shaka was killed.

Very good.

To help the show.

Just that a miserable report.

Mention that Shaka is dead and you believe that.

I just needed a good dose of power.

Christ had to die for the heavens to transmit that power to me.

Think that we rejuvenated, not only aesthetically,

but also physiologically.

Look at those men.

From now on they will respect them as if they were kings.

The Big Elephant wants to talk to you and Mbuyazi now.

SHAKA ZULU

KWA BULAWAYO VILLAGE OF SHAKA

I was thinking about the mistakes made by your...

king of kings.

I certainly did not have the foresight of a great leader.

That's why the people betrayed him

and Mr. Abrahams is not his follower.

This Christ had the multitudes in his hand

and did not know how to govern them.

Hanging from a tree was easier.

How did you get us into this?

I guarantee it was unintentional.

Me and Joji can not make that mistake.

We have to be braver.

Maybe you can build a nation

on whites and Zulus live together in harmony.

A council of elders would be formed with the wisest of each kingdom.

These men would have to grant eternal youth

for the heart of the nation to remain immortal.

Do you think this is possible?

Yes, nothing is impossible,

if the two kingdoms would like to live in harmony.

You look like Gulliver talking.

I'm glad you're so understanding.

That's why you should not refuse, if I ask you to accompany me

in the campaign against the Ndwandwes.

Nkosi, I must tell you

that the policy of King George does not allow

that his subjects are involved in the internal affairs of other nations.

The Great Elephant wishes to remind you, Febana, that we have an agreement.

As my sub-boss, you must obey both Shaka and Joji.

Or does Febana not want to keep his word?

Can a man serve two kings?

Nothing is impossible,

if two kingdoms want to live in harmony.

It's amazing what he did with a Bible

and a drop of macassar oil.

He's too naughty for us, Francis, it's time for you to realize that.

Despite my will on this case,

Our situation was ridiculous,

for our contribution to this battle would be superfluous.

Zwide was once one of Shaka's most formidable opponents

and it was evident, by the increase of the troops that went towards here,

that for Shaka he was still a dangerous enemy.

Shaka was beginning to realize the importance of the diary.

For him it represented a form of immortality.

So he called me to his cabin

and with pleasure told me the violent episodes

your conflict with Zwide,

which unfortunately we would have to face.

The enmity between Shaka and Zwide began a few years ago.

In the North, Zwide was unstoppable in the consolidation of his domain.

Combat relentlessly, defeating everyone in their path

and destroying any resistance to its authority.

I can not believe what they say,

for again they include enough witchcraft and supernatural legends.

But I will tell it, well worth it.

Having Zwide won one more battle.

And while the armies returned victorious with the prisoners,

Zwide and his feared mother, the healer,

began to put the eye in the empire of Dingiswayo in the South.

And so my son, Soshangane returned victorious.

All Northern tribes are under your control.

And Dingiswayo controls the South.

Now we just have to conquer everything.

The old witch had a plan to get rid of Dingiswayo.

Mizilikazi, a prince of a defeated tribe,

would be part of that plan. What they did not take into account

was that Shaka was at that moment one of the generals of Dingiswayo.

The struggle against the South would not be so easy.

The whole region was in confusion.

While Zwide and his healing mother destroyed the North,

In the South, Shaka was engaged in a war of attrition,

to take revenge on those who had victimized his family years ago,

integrating the subjugated tribes into the domain of Dingiswayo.

It was a bloody episode in the extraordinary story of Africa.

When I spoke about that nation,

I wanted Mtetwa to mean peace,

not total war.

I wanted the armies to subjugate,

not to destroy.

To conquer another tribe you have to destroy it.

Total War.

Total Subjugation to the King's Domain

and total destruction of whoever challenges it.

Never leave an enemy behind,

if not this one will return

to cut off our heads.

There is no other solution.

If there is, Shaka, faith.

- In what? - In the human being.

In reason.

In the desire of every man to believe in himself and in his neighbor.

Zwide of the Ndwandwes is preparing an attack.

His army is so great, if not greater, than ours.

You already know our combat tactics

and taught others, which I fear will be equally effective.

He only wants one thing, Baba,

destroy you and your domain.

And believe me...

that will not do it with faith or reason.

But if you said that I abused my freedom,

I would submit my resignation as commander of your regiments.

He knows we can not accept.

Our survival is now depending on your methods.

Shaka.

You played well.

What do you want now, Shaka?

Total control of the armed forces

without interference from the king or his advice.

But that would give you full control of the state.

If Zwide defeats us, Ngomane,

There will be no State.

Win in the campaign against the federation of the Ndwandwes

is a case of life or death.

For me, for you and for Dingiswayo.

Ngomane, Zwide wants our blood,

Not our humanity.

- Is it mine? - Yes, It's yours.

Total control.

I do not believe in mystification

that involves the events that supposedly happened.

The most practical explanations must be responsible.

But the myth is so intense

that I am obliged, once again, to write it,

for if you believe in the power of the mind,

undoubtedly this episode promises to be creepy.

DOMAIN OF THE MTETWA MILESTONE

- What do we have here? - I bring news from Zwide.

Take it.

25 thousand men...

- Why are you telling me this? - They killed my father.

- Did you want it? - A lot.

What will your village do, Dingiswayo?

How are they going to explain.

What do not they perceive?

Mizilikazi.

The Ndwandwes, Queen Ntombazi.

- Ngomane. - A mystery, Shaka.

As usual there were guards at the entrance of the village

and at the door of the king's cabin.

Swear that no one approached the king last night,

except the maid and I do not think a woman has the strength to...

The guards are lying, Ngomane.

I doubt it, Shaka. It's your men, you trained them.

No one would have passed by without being noticed.

What do you mean by that, Ngomane? What did not happen?

I am saying that what happened

may not have been human error.

What nonsense.

Whatever we think, Shaka, now does not matter.

What matters is what the people are thinking.

What is the reaction of the people, Ngomane?

Fear. Nor do they enter the hut to prepare the body for burial.

It's true, Shaka.

They believe that whoever has the power to kill Dingiswayo

under the nose of our best guards,

can also slaughter all our armies.

Ngomane.

Gather the people.

We will not be defeated by the illusions of healers.

We have to avenge this death.

Sweep the Ndwandwes off the face of the earth.

Zwide wants us to create

that there was witchcraft involved in the death of Dingiswayo.

But the truth is another.

Our beloved sovereign was killed by treason, not by sorcery.

His royal guards and the maid confessed to betrayal.

And for that crime, they will suffer the maximum punishment,

impalement.

Their bodies will be hung there, for all to witness,

what happens to who betrays us.

Now, go back to your things.

And do not talk about witchcraft anymore.

Congratulations, Shaka. You won the day.

With the new recruits, we are nine thousand. They will be 9 against 25.

What is your magic for now?

Mizilikazi.

Shaka had won the day.

The power of Zwide fell and also the territory that was conquered,

but Zwide managed to escape.

Now more than ever,

Shaka's philosophy proved to be the right one.

Never leave an enemy behind

or he will come back to cut off our head.

This time I wished with all my strength.

Shaka had fulfilled his cruel philosophy.

Well, the next day, we were going to fight

as Zulus warriors against an even stronger Zwide.

I asked God to be merciful

and that on April 12, 1827

not the last journal entry.

Zwide chose the battlefield well.

Whoever attacks first will fall into a trap.

You and your men are going to fight against them...

Alone.

We will cover them if necessary.

Your goal is to lead the enemy

to fall into their own trap.

If you send us to that gorge alone,

We are dead men.

Why are you doing this?

Do you have Christ in your heart, Febana?

Mbuyazi, you tell me that a man with Christ in his heart

is stronger than all the regiments of the world.

Did you say that?

Unfortunately, yes.

Is not that true?

Yes, Nkosi, of course it's true.

Absolutely.

It's true. But the sense...

of the words of Mbuyazi...

must be understood differently.

- In a different way? - Yes, Nkosi.

Mbuyazi was not referring

to true regiments.

Mbuyazi meant...

Good...

They will fight against them, alone.

We will see who is the real king of kings,

who is the power.

If your Christ wants to be the Lord of the Zulus,

will have to deserve it,

just like me.

Who taught you the Scriptures?

Dr. Patrick Mulligan, of the Church of the Holy Trinity, in Dublin.

Well, let him take care of you.

Very good.

Mr. Wilkins and Mordechai, come here.

Cover us from above.

So see us moving forward, give the best.

That is, armen the biggest confusion you can.

We could not simply surrender, sir?

We've done that before,

with honor, of course.

Yes, Tim. I think we could.

And as you say, we did it before.

But I have the slight impression that these gentlemen do not take prisoners.

Very good. Come on.

Do you think it's really serious, sir?

- Will we fight alone against them? "Yes, it seems so, Henry."

Do we save your skin and thank you so?

Ask Mr. Fynn.

It is now a matter of faith.

The next time an emperor demands to show his faith,

Maybe I should not mention the Coliseum.

If there is a next time.

What strategy is this?

To send a gang of warriors?

Let's see if their blood is the same color as ours.

They are coming down, sir.

God help me.

Thompson, Tonino,

go up to the middle. Come on.

Mr. Ogle, advance 40 steps with the cannon.

Infantry, advancing.

Vegte, Hotcliff, Popham, Zach.

Infantry, high.

Here we go.

Prepare to shoot.

Do not shoot.

The Ndwandwes are too scared to advance.

Do not shoot. Quiet.

It seems that Somerset was right.

In the end it all boils down to them.

Fire.

Reload.

Send more men there.

Aim.

Fire.

Reload.

Fire.

Reload.

- I think I'm not guessing at anything. - Continue firing.

I am doing what I can best.

- I hit one. - Reload.

Do not shoot.

Do we attack, Baba?

Not yet, Mgobozi.

They will be massacred. "Is that your intention?"

Or do you still believe in its magic?

Quiet.

Fire.

- Reload. - Yes sir.

Their magic is working, Mgobozi.

Send more regiments.

Not so, Ndabezitha.

They are attacking again and in greater numbers.

Very well, Mr. Ogle. I think we're in trouble.

- Place the barrel in the starting position. - Yes sir.

Tonino, get out of there.

Thompson, back off.

Look at them, Ndabezitha.

Those who would give wings to the Great Leopard are fleeing like cowards.

Infantry, back down.

Backwards, wild.

Miserables.

- Mr. Ogle. - Thank my Lord.

Send more men.

- There is only gunpowder for four shots. - Tilts the barrel at 60 degrees.

- Yes, sir. - That should be enough.

Ready.

Well, this has to be over with them.

What kind of magic is this that kills people at this distance?

Soon, sir.

To all regiments, attack.

They are fleeing, we are winning.

- Give the order to attack, Mgobozi. "It's too late, Ndabezitha."

They managed to kill them.

We would only fight corpses.

I told you to attack.

Incredible, right? What a little gunpowder makes them.

Yes, Mr. Ogle. It's really amazing.

As I once saw, an unscrupulous man.

Can easily become a god in this country.

And what was he waiting for me to do?

I applaud the effectiveness of his wit.

What worries me is the pleasure with which I was doing it.

Shoot.

We will not be your executioners, Baba.

And those dead?

Did they fight in whose name? Were you executioners of all of them?

And what king led them in this slaughter?

Was it me?

Or your Christ?

Francis.

Ndabezitha.

What is it, Ngomane?

Your subjects are waiting for the king.

Tell them that the Great Elephant does not feel well.

Maybe it's not a good idea, Nkosi.

The people already think that the white creatures

deserve the glory for the defeat of Zwide.

Not being good would confirm that.

And what else do you think?

Fail to understand the behavior of the Great Elephant.

Ask,

how can the conqueror of nations

be bewitched by a few footmen?

My subjects became very bold, Ngomane.

Or is it your doubt that echoes in your hearts?

You give them land, wealth and the rank of generals and chiefs.

What I want to know

is what does the Great Elephant gain with that generosity?

The power of your knowledge.

I can only hope

that their knowledge is not a set of lies.

Or whatever you built will be theirs.

Ndabezitha.

Did Ngomane send you to convince the king?

No, I just want to stay here alone with my king.

Let me love you, Shaka.

Let me help you find love.

Why, my little one?

Through that love, maybe show me.

How should I govern my people?

No, your town has nothing to do here.

I just want to help you end loneliness.

A man who builds an entrance to the skies has to travel alone.

No.

The longer we stay here,

more attractive these girls become.

We can end up trapped in this country and with its people.

Or dead.