March or Die Page #4

a wall for protection, sir.

For protection?

For protect from what?

These are dead men!

They wanted to die!

That's why we joined the Legion!

Not to live, but to die!

We shall all die.

For what?

So that some fat overstuffed Frenchman...

can belch his lunch on

the sight of gold in the Louvre.

Sir, what are our orders?

Marneau, you wanted to be famous,

you shall be.

But not for finding the Angel of the Desert.

But accomplish what no Moroccan

leader has been able to do...

in the last twelve centuries:

Unite the Arab tribes.

Please, sir.

That's all about, right, El Krim?

You used us.

You waited for the moment

we cracked the tomb.

So you can rally your tribes on a holy war.

You didn't give a damn about

the Angel of the Desert.

No.

You didn't bother to telling the tribes,

we brought her to you.

You used her.

You used her.

Just like you used me.

Sir...

Please.

Please, sir,

the men are waiting for your orders.

Let the men take their position.

Take position!

- Fire!

- Fire!

Cover the left flank!

You men come to the right flank!

You men get off there!

Form a double line!

I call back!

Call back order!

You men retreat, retreat!

Fire!

Fire!

Gypsy,

pick up riders on the hill.

I am sorry, old friend.

But it was the only way.

And now our tribes are together.

Bedouin, Berber, Rif.

We will resist all

foreigners until we prevail.

I let you live so that what happened

today could be known to the entire world.

Excuse me, Marco.

I had a aggrement with Madame Picard,

that I'd will like to honour.

I've arrange a passage for

you to leave Morocco.

They got me good luck.

Keep them. They'll do the same for you.

What do you see now?

Happiness.

Some of you men will try to quit.

Others will try to run away.

No men in this command is ever succeeded.

If the Legion doesn't get you,

the desert will.

If the desert doesn't,

the Arabs will.

If the Arabs don't,

then I will.

I don't know which is worse.

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