(soldiers chattering in foreign language) - [Rajib] Move it.
Go, go, go.
(soldier speaking in foreign language) - What's going on?
- Where have you been?
- Border patrol.
- The Germans are closing in.
We are shipping out.
Half my men have left already.
And your unit's left, as well.
- Have you seen Chase?
- He took a casualty to the field hospital.
He's safe.
Listen, we can't wait.
Rommel's got 500 tanks racing in our direction as we speak, with air support from a dozen Stuka squadrons.
I suggest you get on the road to Tobruk unless you want to be here when they arrive.
- [Soldier] Sir, our plane cannot delay.
- You can hitch a ride with us if you need one, Sergeant.
- [Stan] I need to talk to Captain Briggs.
- [Stan] Sir, did the rest of Chase's men make it back?
- I don't bloody know, Sergeant.
Just get to Tobruk now.
- Oi, oi, oh, sir, wait.
Sir.
- (hand pounding) Come on, come on.
Looks like we are your last ride out of here.
Come and join a real regiment.
Come on.
- [Stan] Go to hell.
- Hey, welcome to the British Indian Army.
