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Towards the end of World War II, the German Wehrmacht resorted

to using prisoners from prisons and concentration camps.

They were promised remission of their sentences.

They were thrown to the front in so-called punishment battalions.

Here is to tell the story of a few poor

pigs who were burned up in such a unit.

Hurry up! Move along quickly, ladies and gentlemen!

The air raid shelter is over there!

Please faster on the left side!

Hopefully hit a Nazi pig.

So I like these air mines...

What a stupid thing to do! Shit!

May God deliver us from Weisshagen.

- Give me something, Stege. - All empty. Ask Sven.

All empty.

- Then fill it up! - All right, I will.

If I'm not mistaken, this is a wine cellar.

Come on!

- Stop! I can't! - Help me!

Nobody in here anymore! The house will collapse!

My baby is locked in the basement! No! Please no!

- Let her go! Goddamn it! - Calm down!

Please.

Where is the toolbox?

Quick! I can hear it screaming!

Oh God! My poor little darling!

My poor little darling!

I hear it!

- Yes, me too. - Porta!

I told you it would collapse!

We will all perish! I warned you!

Do what you want because of me!

But without me! I go!

I can't hear anything anymore.

I hear something, wait!

We have to try a lever.

Tiny, come here!

Careful! Careful!

Very slowly!

Okay, ready!

One, two, three and now up!

No!

Again.

One, two, three!

Sven, you go in!

Make it fast!

Where is the child?

Honey.

Oh, sweetie!

My baby!

Schatzi! Schatzi!

Damn you, soldiers!

When will you finally stop your senseless war?

Schatzi! Schatzi!

A fucking cat!

Come on, let's get out of here.

Hey, Porta, this doesn't look like Valhalla to me.

Ten-ton bombs and phosphorus.

Stinks even worse than Stalingrad.

Did you acquire this masquerade on the Eastern Front?

Yes, Captain, at least when the Ivan gave a party.

A little more respect, gentlemen.

You get court-martialed for less.

Now get the bodies out of it for identification.

Hey, we're not morticians, we're a motorized unit.

My job is also called tank training.

Only now I need you for this task.

Not me.

- Who are you? Division commander? - No, I am just the chauffeur.

Sergeant Josef Porta.

And I have something against corpses.

Corporal Porta, I have my orders. orders and now you have yours.

So let's get it over with before we all find ourselves back on the Eastern Front.

Clear?

- You were in Russia? - 22nd Panzer Grenadier Regiment.

- If you like. - Panzer Grenadier Regiment?

We are not stubbly hops.

We have nothing in mind with them. Right, guys?

Now that the Herr Captain was in Russia...

Hold on. We drive these iron boxes here, until one day we burn up in them.

But we don't have to do every dirty job.

A penal battalion is not exactly an elite unit, is it, gentlemen?

If shit were an award, we would have more medals than Hermann Göring.

Hey, on Thursdays we have pea soup and today is Thursday.

Screw the pea sausage broth.

All right, let's be done with this.

You were a member of an SS unit and you

shall receive an honorable burial.

Any more problems, Sergeant?

Well, with respect, of course, Captain, but...

I have heard that there is always a special tasks

there is always a special ration of schnapps.

Yes, I think that's right.

These men here must go underground, Captain?

They must be.

Tiny?

Hey, may I know where you're going?

Don't worry, we'll bury you.

With all the respect you deserve.

So let's go forward now.

And now back again.

Training Group C to report to the machine shop.

For instruction in repair for vehicle and tank engines.

Attention, attention!

Hold yourself straight! At least this way we look sober.

12th Infantry Division resists.

Keep it straight!

Take a stand, boy!

So, how many beers?

Four, five, six!

Six beers!

Come on, come on, we are thirsty!

Another glass of wine paid for by this fat bitch here next to me.

You emaciated piece of shit call me a bitch?

A fat bitch. And one without manners.

A licked ponytail, who still owes me a glass of wine.

Hey, you forgot something, bitch.

A glass of wine... and an apology.

Germany, Germany, above all.

Don't you think that he's had enough for now?

Thank you, but Officer Alfred Kalb, formerly

of the Foreign Legion, never drinks beer.

The Iron Cross, 2nd class. Which troop are you with?

27th Tank Detachment, 2nd Company.

You don't say. That's us.

- Why did they bust you? - Foreign legion.

In addition, they did not like two of my wives.

All together it earned me 5 years.

I am going crazy. We have never had a bigamist with us.

Hmm, polygamist. I am a Muslim.

A Muslim?

Yes, Müller here is our religion expert.

He got 5 years because he loved God more than the leader.

Hello Muslim.

Sven is our village idiot. He has volunteered.

After half a year I got fed up and left.

I collected a year for that.

And Stege here is our local genius. University man.

6 years for student demonstrations.

Yes, that's exactly how it was, old man.

Old man?

Yes, old man and I are political... what's the word?

- Unreliable. - Unreliable.

And our model builder. The only real criminal here.

I have sold one of my I sold one of my pigs, nothing else.

Yes, but he stole a Wehrmacht truck to deliver it.

And the rest of us?

All people who do not quite agree with this glorious time.

Stop beating up on Tiny.

They let him out of his They let him out of his insane asylum.

He's just a harmless, stupid pig.

Don't hold it against me, buddy.

All right, we'll just cut the last ten minutes.

Forgive and forget, my friend.

So in this shithole there should even be a nightclub.

Of course, what did you think? And a gambling casino.

Sven said there should be toilets...

they play music when you pull.

Give it a rest.

Look it up if you don't believe me. They're playing a fart symphony.

Take a look in there.

The Colonel!

Password!

Sergeant Porta and Sergeant Stege demand

that you state the watchword, Colonel.

No!

Put your hands on your head. Put your hands on your head, Colonel, or we will fire.

- It's ridiculous. - One!

Put the bayonet down, you know me.

We only know Herr Oberst when he tells us the password.

Two!

That is our command.

All right, Herr Oberst will now escort us to the guardroom.

You are under arrest, Colonel.

- Stop this nonsense. - Sit down now.

Go on, move!

Attention, attention!

Our troops have formed a bridgehead across the Shear River formed a bridgehead.

At Betowka, with Army Group South, the 12th Infantry Division

continues to hold its positions against the heavy attacks of...

Shit!

The brave men of the 12th Infantry Division have been

hovering in the center of the enemy offensive for 60 days.

The Führer has given the commander Lieutenant General Schneider the...

Attention!

Sergeant Stege and Sergeant Porta report that

we have arrested Colonel von Weisshagen.

Are you totally crazy?

When asked, Herr Oberst refused to give the

password and threatened us with his pistol.

We fired a warning shot in accordance with the applicable orders,

disarmed the prisoner and brought him here, as per the guard order.

Captain!

This is a case for court martial.

What do you intend to do, Captain?

These men acted according to your instructions.

And you, Sergeant, do you agree do you agree with your captain?

You're the watch commander in charge, I see.

No, Colonel. I find it incredible.

Those are two idiots I'm going to go after.

Colonel, you said yourself that this is a case for a court martial.

You're right about that. This is going to be a court martial.

Sergeant Stege, NCO Porta...

take the sergeant away to a cell.

Sergeant, you are under arrest for violation of the guard duty regulations.

The court-martial proceedings will be initiated against you tomorrow.

That's it.

Left, left, left, left, left, left.

Come on!

Left, left, right, right, right, right.

Take down the Witness statements, Captain.

Yes, Colonel.

A good officer should always soldiers always a role model.

You have stood by your men, that is what distinguishes you.

- Yes, Colonel. - I am pleased...

and congratulate you on your transfer,

which I hereby announce to you, to the 27th Tank Penal Battalion.

- What? - Quite right.

With immediate effect You are the chief of the 2nd Company.

Have fun with your criminals.

But be careful that your new friends don't...

put a bullet in the back.

This table is reserved for traitors, gays, cowards and criminals.

And what are you?

From the replacement battalion, soldier Friedrich, assigned to the 2nd Company.

- A child like you? - Did you do time?

Six months in Torgau.

- For what? - I fucked my stepsister.

Sit down, Friedrich.

Attention, attention! The Führer awarded the German Golden Cross

to the men on the Eastern Front for over 100 days of resistance.

Only blessed with courage, these men to bravely stand up for all of us.

Bon appetit, gentlemen.

Allah, bless this delicious meal...

- What the fuck is this shit? - This is Tiny's favorite dish.

Green farts.

He likes that, huh?

Then let him have as much as he wants.

I think this soup should be extra savory

and thick for a foodie like Tiny.

Tell me what you eat, and I'll tell you who you are.

No more soup.

What is it?

Oh, this is for you. We saved you an extra bowl.

Well done, otherwise I would have eaten yours.

This stuff is good after all.

Yes, extremely good.

There is news.

Maybe that was our last meal today.

Well, finally out of this dump.

We are called back to the wonderful eastern front, where it is peak season.

Shit! And I thought we were riding in freckled 14-year-olds.

I guess it's now called hands-on training.

That's some fucking bullshit.

What do you think? Will I miss the glorious punishment battalion?

This bunch of dirty, mangy, assassins?

Convicts! Traitors! Take off this foreign order, will you?

Failure! These human scum of our prisons!

Do you think I will miss you?

The last howlers of our army?

No, Colonel!

You are right. I will not miss you.

And do you know why? I will be with you.

Namely, as the commander of the 27th Tank Regiment.

I will tell you what: at the front, in my regiment, the sacrifice of

your miserable lives for our beloved fatherland will be a joy to me.

And earn me a nice Knight's Cross.

Who did this?

Alright.

You will stand here without food and

drink until one of you confesses.

Silence! Silence! Silence!

Fire!

Fire!

Our lines are broken.

They're going to try to kick our asses.

Yes, and what's new?

I am not clear about who will lose

this war and who will win it.

Well, if we were really in Stalingrad, you would know who was losing.

Do you see anything yet?

No.

Shit.

Sounds like it, they're coming now.

I bet on Zarah Leander's tits that they are T-34.

Shit, really T-34.

- Embark! - Move!

Airtight!

Come on, move it, Friedrich.

If you want to turn 18, you have to hurry up a bit.

I don't think they saw us, Sergeant.

Why don't we grab them behind that hill up ahead?

That would be a really nice surprise.

Good, Captain.

All right, fire only when you have them clearly in your crosshairs.

Watch it, you stupid piece of shit.

Damn, I have the Russians in front of me and this moron behind me.

- Bertha 2, this is Bertha 1, come. - Here is Bertha 2.

I'm listening.

Roger, Bertha 2, we'll attack them from the rear hill.

I can't see anyone, Bertha 1. I can hear right behind you.

Roger, Bertha 2, follow me, out.

Shit!

Go ahead, load through.

- Loaded. - Have target set up 11 o'clock.

- All clear. - Distance 1800 meters.

- Ready. - Fire!

Fire!

- One is piling up. - Damn it, reload.

Go, Frederick.

We'll stay on it, Bertha 2, give me side cover.

- Wait, wait, straight ahead. - In the crosshairs.

Wait with the firing. Drive us around the hill there on the left!

Got it!

Here it is.

Core shot at 70 meters.

Fire!

Vive la Légion!

Yes, that's it, that's it, go on, go on.

Shoot their fucking balls off!

Good shot, Bertha 1.

I will take care of the smoke up ahead.

Here it is.

Distance 180 meters.

We're going to see if we can get behind him.

20 degrees to the left.

To the right, he has spotted us.

- The asshole. - Faster.

Sharp right, faster!

Can not see anything!

It's too dusty.

- Stop, stop. - I'm telling you, I can't see.

You drive directly on his ass.

Here it is.

Now we have it.

Fire.

What is it?

This was a KW-2.

We are finished. The chain is gone.

Now don't shit your pants.

Find the muzzle flash.

We have to find him before you find us.

I can't see anything!

- It has hit 524. - Stege is out.

Farmer is out.

- Sven is also out. - And Müller is out.

I got the muzzle flash. 10 o'clock, another tank.

Damn, they're right in front of us. Reload.

Take your thumb out of your mouth.

Come on, man, before they roast us!

- Got it. - Fire!

I guess he's mad at us.

- You goddamn stupid son of a bitch. - What's the matter, what's wrong?

Frederick loaded an impact fuze instead of a tank-cracking one.

Is there any way to teach him how to do that?

- Loaded. - In the crosshairs.

- Got him. - Fire.

Death, sweet death.

- There's something at 9 o'clock. - Shit.

- That's it. - Out, come on, everybody out.

Otherwise, you can bury yourselves in the cookware.

Tiny, come!

Watch out, kid!

Tiny, come over here!

Let's get out of here.

Come on!

Let's recommend ourselves here! Come on, move.

Quick, quick.

Come on, asshole. Turn over here.

Fire.

- Damn, that was 5 meters too short. - Yes, Captain!

Fire.

Ready?

Fire.

Reload.

Damn it, I said reload!

Don't shoot, damn it. We are.

- Those fucking morons. - Bonjour!

Lucky, we were lucky.

We can say that we are lucky that we are still alive.

Hey, Friedrich.

Why don't you show Tiny your sister's picture?

Stepsister.

So quiet now, folks, quiet.

Let's make sure we reach the HKL before we're discovered. Retreat.

Hey, calm down.

That was fun.

Porta. Retreat.

Frederick.

Let that be a lesson to you. Don't you ever leave your flinger again, you hear me?

Shit, fucking shit...

Tiny.

Reload, damn it, reload!

Reload!

Stop shooting, damn it! It's us, the 27th Panzer!

Stop shooting. Do not shoot.

Come on over!

Come on people, faster.

Motion.

Hurry up people, hurry up.

All right.

Then I want to win the 50, you owe me, right?

So gentlemen, make your bets, minimum

stake 10 stinking marks, credit is none.

All clear?

I've been ripped off too many times by assholes like

Friedrich who let themselves get blown up before they paid.

Give it a rest.

He didn't owe you anything.

Only because I could not make him calluses.

Exactly.

Stege, do you still want that souped up V12 Mercedes?

No, I switched to Alfa Romeo.

What a bullshit, this is my car!

So what?

We all get, what we want in Valhalla.

That was a 15 cm and very close.

Do not fire! Cease fire! Cease fire!

Hold your fire! Cease fire!

Did you hear that? Cease fire! Cease fire!

How can you let them humiliate you like this?

You are a disgrace to the Führer, for the entire German army!

What are you thinking about for so long?

No, farmer gets a jack.

Good.

- 21. - Shit!

Sorry.

Maybe next time you will have more luck.

Well, who would like to be the next winner?

I don't.

The end justifies the means, doesn't it?

If you're such a good Marxist,

why do you love money?

Who says Marxists don't love money?

It would be news to me.

Are you really a communist?

Someday, peasant, I will tell you.

You are as much a Marxist as I am.

Wait, we're fighting the Reds and the Communists, both, right?

No, we are invading Russia.

Oh, and when we shoot the Ivan,

you actually kill comrades.

Oh yeah, what would you do? Explain.

Should I say, excuse me, Ivan, but I hate the

Nazis and the SS wankers as much as you do,

but I have to shoot you or you'll shoot me?

Hey, what are you doing, you fucking cheater?

You have two aces of spades, communist fucking fart!

Do you want a hole in the head? To match the one on the other end?

That's enough!

- Raise your butts! - Demonstration!

- Come on! - Do it!

Come on, let's go, let's get out of here!

Now give me the binoculars!

German comrades...

come over to your Russian friends.

And I promise you...

nice rooms,

soft beds,

beautiful girls like me.

Look at the good life your friends

are enjoying in our prison camps,

while here you suffer agonies on the eastern front.

The agony is in my cock, Irma.

Give it to me, I want to see something too.

Irma now shows you a typical evening

that you, like Soldat Freiburg,

in a cozy Russian prison camp. Russian prison camp.

You get a delicious meal with suckling pig,

roasted goose and red

cabbage or Soldat Freiburg's

favorite dish, Hasenpfeffer.

I would have more appetite for this Russian blonde.

All of this is washed down with

champagne or good German beer.

Let's go upstairs, with happy soldiers.

Hey, what are you doing?

I want to see something too.

Let's see.

Yes.

Let me see! Yes!

Don't fight for the Nazi pig that

lives off the best in the country

and sleeps on your money.

Come join us.

Too late, I just got here.

This gentleman has just given me information

that may be quite useful to us.

There is an officer's whorehouse in Petroshki.

- Yes? - Yes.

A whorehouse? And what kind of girl?

Are you quite sure?

They are all examined by doctors.

A stable of first-class German and French mares.

French women?

So this is a military object, worth fighting for.

Well, I'm not really into conveyer-belt sex, but you already stand.

Well, maybe they have a little cow there for farmers.

Welcome, fellow officers.

I congratulate you on your ranks.

Foreign awards only.

Ow!

Heroes of the 27th Tank Regiment...

Get it. You have three hours.

Porta, your monocle.

I will save you a strudel.

- Oh, hello. - Madame, good evening.

This is a big surprise.

I don't remember any of these

gentlemen being in my house before.

Am I not right?

Well, we were in action, on the front lines.

Where are the whores?

Please, behave a little, will you?

In this establishment, we expect our guests to all be

polite and behave like men of honor, yes, gentlemen?

So will we.

Follow me.

Good evening!

How is it going?

- My name is Josef. - Helga.

Please.

This is Christina.

Christina, nice to meet you.

It's nice what you're offered.

Hello, little one.

I hope you have never heard of Nietzsche.

No, no, he's never been here before.

You two want to get together?

I mean, do you want to play together?

What's the matter? Do you want a blonde?

No, you can't do that anymore.

The guys in jail gave me a beauty treatment.

Come on, go along, have a little fun.

- Parlez-vous Francais, Monsieur? - Oh, yes.

I mean, no.

Well, maybe it is.

Attention, attention! Officers of the Third Reich!

The Führer congratulates the brave heroes of Bektovka

for stopping the Mongol masses on the Eastern Front.

The Führer has dedicated a memorial to the heroes of Bektovka.

You have set a shining example for the entire

German army and for the German people.

- Look at this. - This is a real palace.

Oh, wait...

Oh, how strong you are.

Oh, I have something very Special for you, my darling.

Extra just for a man like you.

Special.

I want to have a wife now.

This is a private party. You can't do that.

Hey, put me down right now.

I said I want to get down. Put me down.

Damn, this is a respectable house.

Only honorable officers socialize here.

And we also do our duty, just like you.

Let the military police handle this.

Why do you pray?

You Germans think that love a sin, huh?

I pray that I can get one up.

Then I will pray along.

Jesus.

- I really appreciate it. - It's my pleasure.

There, on the second floor.

Show me your pay book.

My God!

Let's get out of here!

Come on, you tank busters and panty blasters!

You are a pitiful bunch of Casanovas!

Not even three hours in the saddle and already completely exhausted!

Attention!

A pigsty... Of course.

The men have just come through a tough combat mission.

Yes, that was reported to me.

The model, Captain.

Stand at ease, gentlemen.

A train from the oil fields in the Caucasus

makes a stop here to take on water.

Our intelligence has reported that the train

will arrive precisely at 9:25 am. on Tuesday.

This is not a scheduled stop.

So the station would have to be relatively unprotected. Excuse me.

Two men, maybe three.

I want this model to be studied carefully.

We are going to blow up this train.

You have four days left.

Excuse me, Colonel, but Dankow is 160 KM behind enemy lines.

Wouldn't it be suicide to try it in daylight?

Oh, really? I guess we'll have to inform the high command.

I'm sure the Russians consider themselves overjoyed

to change their schedule to your satisfaction.

Why not just deploy a squadron of Stukas?

No, total destruction of rail facilities and prolonged disruption

of the line can only be accomplished by an attack from the ground.

We will march the route on foot.

We get everything we need from the Russians in Orserki.

- Shut your mouth, Porta. - I like it.

I like it! Big ones, powerful, powerful explosions.

I've never pulled off such a big blast before.

Tiny volunteers.

I do too.

Captain, would you tell your dancing bear to sit down immediately?

You better not take this moron with you, Captain.

He will be useful to us, Mr. Colonel. He has explosives training.

All right, we're going to move out in six hours.

Now get some sleep.

Why don't you shoot us right here, Captain?

Maybe I can give you a little incentive.

Should you really paralyze the railroad line, you

will be taken off the Eastern Front as a reward.

And you get a long home leave.

Do we have the Colonel's word on that?

I guarantee you that.

Merci mille fois, Colonel, but

the promise is easy to keep

because we will all be dead.

No, no, no. Hell, we'll live.

- Happily ever after. - In Valhalla!

Did a child of anyone here draw this?

Tiny did.

Sergeant Siegfried is at the special disposal.

Yes, sergeant, that's very nice.

He is from a secret service unit.

Report to Sergeant Bayer.

He leads the train.

Carry on, men.

Captain.

I am proud to be with you men.

You may be a punitive unit, but you are still

known as quite a tough fighting force.

We only let secret service agents lick our asses.

They want to get rid of us for good, am I right?

We have no choice.

Either they put us up against the wall and shoot us

immediately, or the Russians shoot us a little later.

Rejoice in life, while you still can.

Beautiful views.

Porta, do you plan to carry this thing around until the end of the war?

What's the matter, Captain?

Do you not believe in happiness?

Down.

Let's march.

Von Barring?

Wouldn't wait for him.

A brilliant idea of the secret service.

We march off.

All right, hurry up. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.

Go ahead, find the explosives.

Whose stupid idea was it to come all this way

just for the Russian uniform and explosives?

Old man, come here!

You have caught Von Barring.

Let's go.

All right, light it up.

Let's go.

Come on, help get him out of there.

Can we go now?

Let's go.

You leftist pig!

That will distract them for now.

- Where is Siegfried? - He died a hero's death.

For his beloved leader.

I always knew he was all right.

Let's get out of here.

- Fucking dog! - Do you want to blow us up?

He has a mine on his back.

The Russians are training mine dogs to blow up the tanks.

Come here.

Come on.

Come on.

Go on, get out of here, I'll catch up with you.

Or you can fly to.

Go on, get out of here.

Where is your dog friend?

The moment I had him out of the thing, he took off.

- That's one of us. - Yes, of course.

Is painted over quite miserably.

But you can still see the cross.

Shit, the Ivans have stolen a tank.

Then we'll just steal it back.

Here. This will not harm the instruments.

Vive la mort!

Tiny.

It's quick. Go ahead.

All right, all right, all right.

Nice and easy, nice and easy.

Okay, that's it.

Oh please, no.

Shit like that.

Porta, you're not seriously going to drag him along, are you?

I can't see anything. We have gone off the road.

Well, I would estimate that we are about 90 KM southwest of Dankow.

God knows what else lies ahead.

We should not go on.

- Not in this pea soup. - Pea soup?

Men!

I suggest we have a vodka first.

And some of Ivan's best caviar.

And then we should quietly sleep a little.

All right, well agreed.

We will move off as soon as the fog lifts.

Sven, you take the first watch.

- We don't even have it in writing. - What?

The promise from the colonel.

It would be better in writing.

Too late.

Hey, what are you reading with such interest?

Well, look at that. A letter from Lisa.

What?

You got a letter from Lisa and didn't tell us a word?

My goodness, she is my wife after all, isn't she?

And I didn't get it until the morning we left.

I wanted to keep it to myself for a while.

But that's not nice of you.

Otherwise, no one here will get a letter from us.

Does your Lisa still have the same boyfriend?

Oh yeah.

Yes, my wife hates him too.

Shut up!

Do you have enough food at home?

Well, my wife's boyfriend is pretty well connected.

Damn it, one of us should have been on guard duty.

Here, read it for yourself.

Holy shit!

The whole damn Red Army is out there.

What?

They ask if we have cigarettes.

They think we're Ivans.

You didn't know I spoke Russian, did you?

Why did you give them German cigarettes, man?

Hey, it's okay. He does not bark in German.

Porta, you speak Russian. Tell him to get off the tank.

I don't speak well enough for that.

That is an order!

- They ask what the dog's name is. - Tell them Asshole.

What does asshole mean in Russian?

Invent something!

Stalin, tell him that the Stalinskaya is the name of the dog.

- Come on! - Stalinskaya.

Quick, let's get out of here!

Run in!

Porta, stop.

Nothing but steppe as far as you can see.

I don't know, it's too dangerous, I don't trust this.

Let's get this over with, hold on!

Everybody out of the box!

Shit!

Make sure we take all the equipment with us.

Come on, give it to me! Watch out for the explosives!

This fucking dog should finally stop barking!

A minefield!

That is why the dog had barked.

Damn it! No one can tell how far it will reach.

We have to see that we get out of here.

The tank will go up next.

We go back, we just follow the trail of the tank.

Slowly and carefully!

We go back.

We will never come to Dankow.

Someone is coming.

These are Germans.

Yes, who are you?

27th tank.

How did you get here?

Through the swamp.

This is impossible.

Oh yeah? And how did you get here?

We are the last heroes.

The heroes of Bektovka.

The heroes of Bektovka.

The heroes of Bektovka.

The Ivan!

Just don't start shooting.

We are not crazy.

We're not killing each other, are we?

Isn't it?

The area is teeming with Ivans.

Valentina, Tovarischi!

This is the way to endure a war!

I want to know where Porta is staying.

You guys must be crazy to go right back to war.

Why are you in such a hurry?

We want to go to Valhalla.

The Russians have no idea about playing cards.

Tiny, this is a Russian bathing cap that you can wear as a hat.

And for you, my good friend?

We're marching off in 15 minutes, you

stupid idiot, we're running out of time.

So what?

What is actually wrong with you?

Just look at these people here!

Do you want to win this damn Do you want to win this damn war?

You fucking Nazi, you creep, you!

And sober up already!

Porta, if you want to stay, stay.

They won't shoot your wife and child.

We are going to Dankow.

And me you just leave it here, right?

Porta has an obligation to our

future common communist home.

My darling, if I stayed with you, I would be dead before they were.

Damn it! Porta!

I count five Ivans.

Tiny.

Hey, Tovarian!

Shit, Porta, I thought you were going to kill me.

Well, tell me, how do you come up with something like that?

Acipan, fuses, Time fuse, detonator.

Tool.

Tool.

Tool.

You stupid shit, you lost the tool.

Shit.

Answer.

Not until I find out where it's coming from.

It doesn't matter, I can do it with my teeth.

So your moron can get blown up in the process?

Quite simply, I always did it that way in blasting training.

That's why they kicked you out of the course.

All right, pay attention and remember.

The large charges up and the small charges down.

You have exactly 15 minutes.

I know.

Shit, what was that about the charges?

The big ones up or down?

The big parts up, the small parts down...

So, again, big parts up, small parts down...

That went well again.

- Are you ready? - Yes, yes.

Set the timer and then let's get out of here.

And fast.

Wait, wait.

No, I'm not sure whether I've done it right.

Go ahead, turn off the timer!

Hands off, this is my blast.

Wait, hold on a second.

We have to get out of here!

Come on.

Such a small train.

Yes, but it carries enough oil to keep Ivan's tank for weeks.

Müller!

Müller, no!

We can do another one.

Come on.

Shit, damn it! The thing does not want to ignite.

Take a hand grenade!

No, I'll be quick, you jerk!

Jump already!

Jump, you idiot!

Farmer.

Müller.

Siegfried.

German caliber.

Frederick, the captain.

Siegfried.

Wrong charge.

We didn't even know that Von Barring and Friedrich wanted to come along.

So we will have more space for us.

In Valhalla.

Shit, what if we lose the war?

Even if we lose the war, we win.

- You don't? - I know

I know.

It's all very complicated.

Unbelievable.

Do you want to receive the iron cross in this elevator?

A lot of horse shit for a piece of iron.

What did you say?

What did you just say?

Assume posture when you are talking to an officer!

Everybody stand still!

Colonel Von Weisshagen will not appreciate your behavior.

General von Gratwohl also comes to personally

award the Knight's Cross to the Colonel.

My advice...

Too late.

The general is already there.

Attention!

Stop.

Right around!

Heil Hitler, Captain!

Fall in, sergeant!

Second move, fall in!

Second platoon, fall in!

Eyes can change a lot.

Isn't that right, Sergeant?

Second move, eyes straight ahead!

Eyes left!

So.

Today is the day for the big award, Colonel.

I brought you some of that liquor

your father used to love to drink.

Do you remember that?

The liquor is even more welcome than the medal.

General, excuse me for a moment. Excuse me for a moment.

- At ease, men! - Order arms!

Well.

Apparently, your little trip really made soldiers out of you.

And maybe even real men.

Yes, Colonel!

May I speak, Colonel?

But please do.

Second Platoon would like to congratulate the Colonel

on the award of the Knight's Cross and we would like

to celebrate the return of our Captain, Colonel.

Thank you.

I am sure you will have plenty of time

to congratulate your Captain on his Iron

Cross First Class, but after the ceremony.

Thank you very much, Colonel.

May I speak, Colonel?

Here you go.

May I remind you of the promise you

made to us before the mission, Colonel?

You don't know your colonel.

Did you think I would forget one thing that is so

important to my men of the 27th Penal Battalion?

Thank you, Colonel.

You will all now...

two weeks to the be sent to pioneer blaster training.

I have great things in store for you next winter, on the Eastern Front.

Eyes straight ahead!

Good job, Captain.

Present the rifle!

Attention!

Do you expect me to award these clowns here?

Of course not, General. I must apologize.

I thought you had learned your lessons.

What's that on your head? Put it down!

And I assume that this...

this, this guy here...

wears the latest army hat fashion.

No, General, this is a Russian bathing cap, General.

From Weisshagen?

I want this man here...

and this man will be court-martialed.

Colonel?

How dare you? Back to the link!

Yes, Colonel.

I want the rest of these rats...

is sent to the Eastern Front on a permanent basis.

And suddenly.

And I want you to break this sergeant for me.

Cover.

Where do you want to go?

Let the flak roll! Can't you hear? The flak!

Tell them to bring up the flak! Damn it, don't listen!

Take cover, people!

Where is the pilot?

Pilot!

Where is the pilot?

Typical!

Fire!