Suvorov Page #5

Alexander Vassilich, courier

from Switzerland with a message.

His guide was killed and

the horse fell frozen.

Sit down, sit down.

Where are you coming from, hero?

-From Switzerland.

This is a package with royal decree

on awarding you the title of

Generalissimus of the Russian Army.

A bronze monument will

be erected in Your honor.

What about Korsakov?

He fought with Massena.

-Be exact!

Defeated...

and his army is scattered.

Defeated.

Defeated...

Gentlemen of the military council!

In incessant battles,

with resolute maneuvers

we broke the enemy who

was many times stronger.

The assault of St. Gotthard,

opened the way for us.

Glory to Bagration!

That's his achievement.

We escaped from those ghastly gorges.

And our goal was near. It was!

But justice and death should

be looked straight in the eyes.

In short.

We have been betrayed by our allies.

Your Excellency!

Not by you Weyrother, nor you

Altynberg - sit and be quiet.

But your Palagin, Archduke of Austria

who abandoned front on Swiss soil.

Thus, the French forces were freed

and Rimsky-Korsakov defeated.

His army is scattered.

And now these new hostile

forces threaten us.

In front of us is Lecurt.

Massena is approaching from the left.

That is 75 thousand against our 12.

We are separated by an abyss. A

mountain stream Reiss is on its bottom.

We cannot retreat!

Rearward trails are

closed by landslides.

We're surrounded!

Yes... surrounded.

Never before...

the army under my command

was in such deadly

and terrible position.

Gentlemen of Military Council,

I welcome your opinions.

He passed away.

And we won't wait long, either.

We'll die of hunger or cold.

Look, where we are!

-What a country!

Infernal!

We're doomed! Finished!

Let's go down - it's warmer.

-Which way?

Look!

There is no road.

We must say that we wish to go back.

-Are you crazy?!

We've never retreated in 40 years.

-We must!

We must go somewhere.

Suvorov is smart...

but God is smarter, obviously.

He doesn't give a road.

Well, brothers, this may be the end.

Alexander Vassilich

has led us for 40 years

without any mistake.

Maybe here he's made one...

due to his old age.

Excellence, I believe

that our first duty

is to save exhausted army.

-Well...

The only way out...

I hardly dare to utter the words,

which you, Excellence,

despised all your life.

The only choice is...

to lay down arms.

To lay down arms.

There is no other way!

Yes, there is!

-Ha! There is!

This is the abyss.

At its bottom, is river Reuss.

It is possible to cross the abyss.

Devil's Bridge?

-Yes. Devil's Bridge.

Just a straw. But through this

very straw, is the path to victory.

We would again hit the

French in the rear.

Impossible!

The trail to the bridge is too narrow.

The path between the rocks is

impassable. A narrow corridor!

Defended by French cannons.

Just a single cannon...

is ample to stop any assault.

-I know.

Bagration will eliminate

those cannons from above.

Right, duke Pyotr?

It won't be the first time!

You and your rangers will

circumvent below the cliff.

You'll take over the French battery

and open the road for us.

Denisov and Platov will go

downward to the right of the bridge.

Me and Miloradovich,

we'll hit 'em in the forehead.

Well? Does Military Council agree?

Attack?

-Attack!

Attack! -Attack!

-Madness! Army is exhausted!

Your Greatness, I have no

doubt about mighty courage

of my wonderful heroes!

Karpych!

Order the gathering of the elders.

I'll talk to them.

And your Austrians will

go to the reserves.

Gentlemen officers, to your troops!

All here?

-All, Your Excellency.

Where's the cavalier Ognyev?

He died.

And Prokhorov?

-He passed away this morning.

He froze to death.

Eternal memory to the heroes.

They were great heroes!

I remember them from Ismail.

Their glory will never die out.

Now we have to carry that

glory further impeccably!

Well... old timers, we have flown high.

Above the clouds.

Up here, even ravens don't

come to pick up bones.

Huh? Platonich!

A lot of our bones

lie on these roads,

Your Excellency.

It's hard, old men. I know!

We've got only one bullet each.

-We shared the last biscuit.

We can only dream about tobacco.

It's difficult!

When you took Ismail... I remember,

I wrote to Empress-Mother:

"To undertake such an assault,

Your Majesty,

I can decide only once in a lifetime."

Thanks to God, now I see that

it can be even more difficult.

Well, old timers... cheer up!

Youngsters are looking at

us, they learn from us.

Let's go forward! We should do that.

Well, death is not terrible to us,

it is afraid of us.

Right, Avdeich?

Seems that there is no place

to go, Your Excellency.

When was that that we

had nowhere to go?!

Look, there's a mountain

crevice, not far away.

The passage is narrow and

the French cannons are there.

But don't worry,

we have a cure for those guns.

Duke Pyotr with rangers

will attack from the top!

And then it'll be our time:

under enemy fire to the bridge,

to the assault!

To Devil's bridge?

-That's right!

60 steps in length, 7 steps wide.

Just don't look down,

it's almost a mile away.

We will pass the bridge, go through,

come to the Frenchmen from

behind in the green valley,

and there's all bread and sun you wish!

There is another way.

Burn banners,

rip crosses,

and kneel before the infidels.

Why are you silent,

gentlemen cavaliers?

Or are you not my children anymore?

And I'm not a father to you?

Well... if that is so...

Bury here our military glory.

Together with me!

My gray hair shall not be ashamed!

I will not give up. Dig me a grave!

Bury me here!

Allow me to say, Alexander Vasilich.

Forgive us, Your Excellency.

Now that you've said this...

We wanted to come to

you and tell you simply

that our strength's on the

wane and we wanted to go back.

Right, gentlemen cavaliers?

Right. True.

There was no road before us,

just Judgment Day and Hell.

We thought we would die in vain.

We were blinded...

We didn't see any way out.

But now, you have explained.

I don't speak only for myself,

but for all of us!

For all, right!

Lead us, Alexander Vasilich!

To that bridge.

Built by the devil or not,

we don't care!

We'll pass through!

-Lead us!

And we'll lead the youth along.

We won't give up our glory!

We won't give up our glory!

I didn't expect anything else.

Thank you!

Heroes!

-Hurrah-ah!

Warriors!

Like eagles, you've soared to

the highest peaks of Europe.

The thunder of ancient glory

echoes in your banners!

The flame of victory glows

on the tips of your bayonets!

Victory loves you!

Forward!

-Hurrah-ah!

Hurrah-ah!

Forward!

Hurrah!

Hurrah-ah!

Hurrah-ah!

The bridge! They've blown

up the bridge! Those devils!

Clear the way!

Let sharpshooters take cover!

Return fire!

Dismantle the cabin, build the bridge!

All generals, all officers, forward!

Remove the waist scarves,

bind the logs with scarves!

The bridge is ready, Your Excellency.

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