Left dress!
Comrade General, First Fire Section
of the First Battery, First Division!
Why don't you Line up?
What are you waiting for?
What's wrong?
Trouble with stragglers?
No. The men are tired,
Comrade General.
- I don't understand you.
- The men are tired, Comrade General.
Are you fresh out of officers
training school, Lieutenant?
I fought for 3 months in 1941 , now
I've finished an artillery school.
Out of school...
You're in command here!
I didn't expect to be in command yet.
How about that.
And what did you want to be?
I haven't decided yet. Just finished
school. Shall we start moving out?
Yes, of course, Lieutenant.
But in just one direction - forward!
Give the order, Lieutenant.
Make your heroes move up!
Forward march!
Step up!
Where's Ukhanov?
Couldn't have gone far.
Perhaps singing songs to Tanya?
- Get moving, Slavs!
- There he is!
Here're sunflower seeds, folks.
A granny gave me some.
- You must be hungry.
- Let's have some!
And for our chief?
Here, Lieutenant.
- Put away those sunflower seeds!
- The General's been here.
You know what you could be called?
I know I could be called a deserter.
But I didn't mean to Let you down.
Lieutenant Kuznetsov, come here!
If anything, blame me.
You're disgracing the battery.
This battery is not a joy ride!
And where's the field kitchen,
Commander? The men are hungry.
What kind of report is that,
Kuznetsov?
Giving in to panic, are you? Being
led around by those Ukhanov?
No one leads me around!
And Ukhanov's no worse than you
and me. We went to the same school.
- Halt! That's an order!
- Don't shout, Commander.
Remember, the battery is under
my orders.
We're not in school, and I'm not going
to be easy. Go back to your section!
It's ridiculous, Commander.
- Did they go to the same school?
- Yeah, you bet they did.
Our commander will go far.
If he Lives, he’ll make Colonel.
Oh Lord, when is it all going to end?
I can't take it any more.
Chibisov, don't straggle!
Lift your feet!
What's wrong with you, Chibisov? You
shouldn't Let yourself go Like that.
Come on, stride!
Stride!
Hold back!
Going downhill!
To your guns!
Hold back. Down grade.
Brakes!
Everybody to the guns!
Everybody to number one gun
to help!
Take the straps!
Look out for your feet!
Hold it back!
Hold it back! Hold it back!
Whoa! Whoa!
Hold it!
Hold that gun!
Hold it back! Hold it back!
What are you waiting for, Sergunenkov?
Give her the whip, to get her up!
I’LL give you the whip!
Can't you see what's wrong?
The forelegs got it.
How could you drivers do that?
That horse will never reach the front.
Why did you stop?
What's wrong with that horse?
It's her forelegs.
She must have shied at something.
She was a young mare.
Pull yourself together, Sergunenkov.
So she broke her forelegs?
Get her out of the way and shoot her.
He cares more about that mare
than he does about us.
She has Only herself to blame!
No! I won't Let you!
She's not to blame, is she?
Rubin!
Idiot! You don't know how to fire!
There!
There’ll be other horses, the enemy's.
Right, Ukhanov.
Compliments can wait, Comrade
Lieutenant. It's too soon yet.
Shoulders to the gun, men.
Everybody ready to push! Forward!
Bring her over.
How's that, all right?
- Dig a Little more.
- Get her out of there.
Let's go.
How's the infantry doing?
Fine. How's the artillery?
Smirnov, Sergey.
Seryoga, to friends.
- Kuznetsov, Nikolai.
- In other words, Kolya.
So the big celebration
is tomorrow?
- Tomorrow?
- You think, today? Won't make it.
- Where are you from?
- From Moscow.
Oh, the capital! I'm from Taganrog.
Ever heard of such town?
- Chekhov's home.
- Right.
Get dug in, then come to see us.
We’ll talk. I have vodka.
- Sure, I’LL drop over.
- See you then.
Be seeing you.
Dig! Dig a Little more.
ALL right, old man,
you can take a break.
Sit down and enjoy the view.
We’ll feel more and more at home
as we dig in the bowels of the