120 Bahadur (2025)

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There was a time when

India regarded China,

not just as a neighbour,

but as a brother.

Chants of "Indian-Chinese are brothers",

echoed in Indian cities.

But on 20 October 1962,

it was clear the feeling

did not run both ways.

For many years

the Chinese had their eye

on Ladakh's Aksai Chin.

They attacked India

without warning

and took control of Aksai Chin.

This attack was a betrayal.

And to stop the enemy,

India's brave soldiers

were ready to sacrifice

their lives.

As the w*r raged on,

the Chinese army advanced,

swallowing more of our land.

Their next target was

Ladakh's Chushul valley.

They knew if they got control

of the airfield at Chushul,

Jammu-Kashmir would

soon be in their grasp.

This is where our story begins.

The story of the battle that

today we know as

"The Battle of Rezang La".

This battle was led by

Major Shaitan Singh Bhati

and his 120 brave soldiers.

"120 Brave"

I must tell the CO.

I must get to Chushul. Warn the CO.

Sir, give him time. He's in shock.

-He's clearly been through hell.

-I must warn the CO.

-I must get to Chushul.

-Tell me, where is your Major?

I cannot leave you here, sir.

I will not leave you here.

Sir, I will not leave you.

Sir, I will not go...

Sir...

Sir, I will not go...

I will not leave you here... sir...

Let me know as soon as

he's able to talk.

Yes, sir.

My name is Ram Chander Yadav.

Two days ago I was sitting at HQ

in Delhi,

shuffling files from here to there.

But as the situation on the border

got worse,

I was given the chance to join

the 13th Kumaon Regiment at Chushul

as their new radio operator.

I did not know then

that four days later,

not just for me personally,

but this battle

would change the country's history

forever.

-Morning, Colonel.

-Morning, sir.

-Ram Ram, sir!

-Ram Ram.

Ram Ram, sir!

Orders from high command.

We cannot lose the Chushul airfield

under any circumstances.

What's your plan?

Sir, on the north bank of Pangong Tso,

the 1/8th Gorkha r*fles are deployed.

They're facing heavy infantry

and a*tillery attacks.

On Gurung Hill, the Bravo Company,

the 1/8th Gorkhas

are saving this gap.

If the Chinese attack our airfield,

they'll come through this gap.

Charlie Company will protect

Rezang La.

-Charlie Company?

-Yes, sir.

The Ahir boys are from Haryana?

Aren't they from the Plains?

Can they handle it?

Sir, this isn't my decision,

the Charlie Company Commander

volunteered.

Major Shaitan Singh Bhati.

Shaitan!

Where is he?

Gone on a recce to the mountains, sir.

He said: "The Brigadier will wait,

not the enemy."

Where's the Major going?

There's a sn*per up ahead.

Stop him! The Major is walking

straight into his r*fle range.

Ready, sir!

Rock pile, seven o'clock,

three degrees.

Rock pile, seven o'clock,

three degrees.

Enemy sn*per.

Remember, Hari Ram, the wind

is on your side.

The wind is on our side.

Sir, there's another one.

Your permission?

Permission denied.

We need someone

to carry the message back.

Now they will not cross

the border.

Sir! You're hurt.

Not me.

Look over there.

I had heard many stories of his bravery,

today I see it with my own eyes.

They don't call him the "Devil"

for nothing!

Drive!

-Ram Ram, sir!

-Ram Ram.

-Ram Ram, sir!

-Ram Ram.

Sepoy Ram Chander Yadav.

Charlie Company's new radio operator.

Where the hell did they find you?

Not found! I came of my own accord.

Only God can save you!

Take this medicine

for the next three days.

But I'm fine!

Have one after each meal.

Sir!

Sir! Any chance of a jacket?

You see I'm not used to the cold.

You'll get a jacket.

Tell you what. Just cross the border,

the first Chinese soldier you sh**t -

take his jacket.

No jackets in stock.

Make do with the sweater.

Where do I find the Charlie Company?

It looks less like a camp

and more like a party -

Charlie Company's there.

Come on, Baingan! Get his knees!

He's murdering all discipline!

Now see how I m*rder this chocolate!

Baingan, way to go!

I'll fix you!

What's all this?

What if an officer shows up?

It's their daily routine!

They're best friends,

from the same village.

We're all from the same village!

Sir! Where's that?

Rewari.

Brother! I'm from Rewari too.

Hail Bajrang Bali!

Now I'll mash you, Eggplant!

I won!

Put your stuff down and watch

the fun. Go on!

Watching these idiots is a blast!

My chocolate?

Damn you!

-He ate up my chocolate.

-Stay out of it!

Hey brother!

-You crazy? You fools!

-What happened to him?

Get up!

Company! Attention!

Ram Ram, sir.

At ease.

You here to fight the enemy

or each other?

The enemy, sir!

-Name?

-Nanha.

Sorry, sir! Sepoy Shiv Ram

from Dhevada, District Rewari.

And you?

Sepoy Ram Lal Yadav, sir.

Village Dhevada, District Rewari.

So they both belong to your village,

Surja?

If only they didn't, sir.

And they don't like each other's

faces!

They're forever at loggerheads, sir.

So you like fighting. Well, why not?

You're Ahirs. It's Only natural you like

fighting.

Do you know why I chose to lead

this Company?

Because I know

the blood that runs in your veins

has great power.

-Uncle Jairam?

-Yes, sir.

Weren't you the first to join us?

Yes, sir.

Tell them how many Ahir Companies

served in the British army.

They made up the whole regiment, sir.

-And now?

-Only one battalion left, sir.

Why did that happen?

Why was a whole regiment reduced

to one battalion?

Because the British felt we lacked

the discipline required by soldiers.

Were the British right?

No, sir.

Were the British right?

No, sir!

The Chinese have invaded our land.

It's up to us to stop them.

This can only happen if we fight the way

a w*r is fought.

United!

With weapons in our hands

and a storm in our hearts.

So, shall we prove the British wrong?

-Yes. sir!

-What do we need for that?

Weapons in our hands

and a storm in our hearts!

You're sons of farmers. All your life

you've seen your ancestors fight.

Sometimes against drought.

Sometimes against floods.

Fighting for your land

runs in your veins.

This time the fight isn't about

your land, but your motherland.

-Any questions?

-No, sir.

-Surja, take over.

-Sir.

And you, radio man...

Sepoy Ram Chander Yadav, sir.

Come with me.

That was the first time I met

the Company Commander.

Seeing him and listening to him

doubled my fervour.

In line!

Tomorrow we head for Rezang La.

Ever been posted

to a high altitude region?

No, sir.

So a new chapter in your life is about

to begin, Ram Chander. Get ready.

Here's your radio set.

Sir.

How many in your family?

There's my mother and two younger

sisters.

Done, sir.

Make sure you lie low at the front.

Wear your helmet at all times,

and stay alert.

We lost a radio operator recently.

Understood?

-Dharam Pal.

-Sir!

Check his nose. Make sure he has

no broken bones.

Yes, sir.

Sir!

Wear a helmet. Stay alert.

Surja sir, you know in our village

we get 4 glasses of milk every day.

You told us eating a chocolate

is like having a glass of milk.

This Ram Lal ate my chocolate.

I knew your father and your grandfather.

They both enlisted in the army and proudly

did their duty.

And what are you doing here? Hein?

Fighting over a chocolate?

Want to disgrace your forefathers?

Why are you so quiet now?

Tell me why you're here.

I came to be a soldier like my father

and grandfather, sir.

I'm here to do my duty for my country.

A soldier fights for his country,

he does not fight with his mates

over nothing.

Get it?

Get your bedding. You won't be

sleeping in the tent tonight.

So where will I sleep?

Over there... with the cattle.

Those who do not respect humans,

sleep with animals.

Uncle...

I am not your uncle.

Now move it.

Get moving!

Ram Ram, sir!

Good evening, sir.

Shaitan. At ease.

What news?

They're setting up base in Spanggur.

I don't think they'll attack from there.

Why not?

I talked to some locals

on the way here, sir.

They were coming down from the hills

with their cattle.

They said there was a chance

of a storm breaking in a few days.

The weather report didn't mention

any storm.

With all due respect, sir,

these people have been living

in the mountains

long before we could even reach them.

In all honesty,

I trust their experience more than

a weather report.

You're saying the enemy will wait till

the storm passes and then attack?

Definitely a possibility, sir.

But I believe,

they'll use the cover of the storm

to try and capture Rezang La.

Rezang La?

That's what I would do, sir.

No. I disagree with you,

Shaitan.

Sir, the Rezang La Pass is very narrow.

The enemy won't easily get through

with troops and a*tillery.

To attack the Chushul airfield,

they'll come through

the Spanggur gap.

Sir, it's a direct and easy approach.

What do you have to say, Major?

He's right, sir.

The enemy will assume

we know that too.

With your permission.

Go ahead.

Sir, they'll expect to see our forces

in Spanggur,

but they will not expect Rezang La Pass

to be defended.

That's why we need more troops

and a*tillery support, sir.

I'm sorry, Major.

We cannot send more troops

to Rezang La right now.

But, if the weather is on our side,

I'll try and provide you

with a*tillery support.

Thank you, sir.

Carry on, Major.

So what do you think?

No, sir.

I agree with you. Rezang La

is a very narrow Pass.

We were busy preparing ourselves

for the Chinese to attack.

The command of the Chinese army

was in the hands of Chairman Mao.

He sent orders to the front through

General Gao.

Mao wanted to see the Communist flag

flying over Chushul

airfield in three days.

The world was putting pressure on Mao

to end the w*r.

And he knew, once a

ceasefire was declared,

the land they had already seized

would belong to them.

The Chinese believed they'd found

the weak link in the Indian defence,

because the soldiers in our Company

were from the Plains,

not used to fighting,

or even breathing at high altitudes.

Chairman Mao's ordered their army

to capture Rezang La without delay.

Brother, it's freezing.

What you staring at?

Your face.

You look like a shy bride

on her wedding night.

Dharam Pal!

You've studied medicine, right?

Can he be cured?

Don't drag me into this, Baingan!

My father used to say:

"All soldiers are your brothers.

Treat them all the same."

Learn from this good man,

and stop making fun of everyone!

They all call him "Eggplant"!

I'll cut off your stem!

Now stop!

I'm writing to your sister-in-law.

Tell her about the tough times

we're having.

Nihal isn't married yet.

But sister-in-law came first.

Not married? Sister-in-law came first?

How come?

The heartthrob of our nation!

Our "so-called" sister-in-law!

Madhubala!

Writing to the star Madhubala?

I hear she doesn't go to work

till she knows her Prince's heart

still beats for her!

Keep laughing!

One day you'll be crying.

You know nothing of the power

of love.

Nihal Singh.

There are many stones on this mountain,

but the number of Madhubala's

fans in India outnumber them all.

You can't compare our brother

to a stone.

He's a real diamond!

Let this w*r be over,

then I'll catch the next train

and head straight for Bombay.

I want to go to Bombay too.

You know...

I'm dying to meet the great singer

Mohammed Rafi saab.

Take a look at the sea too!

If you're all heading to Bombay,

take our hero with you.

Radio man looks like the star

Dev Anand of Rewari!

Brothers,

if I wasn't responsible for getting

my sister married... then I'd...

What do you mean?

Your sister's marrying?

Then we shall all go!

An Ahir wedding! They'll be serving us

turmeric milk! Congrats!

Won't you invite us?

Of course I will!

When will this w*r end?

Have you ever k*lled anyone?

We're Ahirs.

If you ask us sweetly,

we'd lay down our lives.

But when it comes to our motherland,

I swear on Lord Krishna,

not just one life,

we can take a hundred lives.

-For you?

-No, sir, I don't drink.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

How is Mrs. Bhati?

She's fine, sir.

-And your son?

-Don't ask, sir.

I may be called "Shaitan",

but he's the real devil!

Miss them?

Yes, sir.

I saw my beloved

Holding a wedding garland

Everyone thought I'd go for pearls

It was respect for my beloved

that I chose

Since you came into my life,

the world turned new, O love

You're everything I could ever want,

O love

I lost my heart to you

Wait!

The world is now soaked in colour,

O love

My eyes long to see you

O beloved, when will you

come home to me?

My heart is racing,

my breath quickens

See how flustered I am

O beloved, when will you

come home to me?

My eyes long to see you

Oh! That's your father's watch.

He proudly gifted it to me.

Do you know why?

There can only be one reason.

Your childhood dream was to join the army

like your father.

Today that dream has come true.

If this tiny scratch upsets you,

what will you do when I confront

the enemy at the border?

I'll hold my head up high

and tell everyone,

I'm the wife of a true patriot.

What if I don't come back?

Don't say that, even in jest.

I know this uniform does not only stand

for bravery,

it demands sacrifice too.

When I married you,

I accepted this is how our life would be.

Forgive me.

I didn't want to upset you.

You mean everything to me.

If anything happens to you,

my heart will be in pieces.

But I promise you,

I will always hold my head up high.

I'm a Rajput, I promise I'll never

let you down.

Now smile. You'll brighten my day!

A little more!

Long live Mother India!

The Chinese patrolling units had infiltrated

India and started spreading fear.

We were on our way to Rezang La.

This was the first time that

I was climbing to an altitude

of 17,000 feet.

Brother, slow down!

Have you been this high before?

To Rezang La?

-Our Major is always well prepared.

-Yes!

He's been training us to climb up

and down for the last two weeks.

With all our kit!

Did you have the pill?

The pill? Why's everyone after me

about the pill?

-I'm perfectly fine.

-Right!

I'm just... feeling cold.

Hey, brother!

There! He's done it!

That's why you're told to have

the pill.

We know you're not sick. It's to get you

adjusted to the altitude.

Come. Rinse your mouth.

It's no joke climbing

to a 17,000 foot altitude.

-Why have you stopped?

-Sir!

At ease! What's wrong with him?

Sir, the poor fellow is

in a really bad state.

With your permission,

can I wait here with him?

I'll catch up with you soon.

You can fool him, but not me!

No, sir, what are you saying?

Just look at him.

He's trembling.

You've become very generous?

Give the pill, hurry up!

Sir.

Vishanchand!

-Hey, Eggplant!

-Sir!

It's your duty to get these

two fellows moving. OK?

-OK, sir.

-Thank you, uncle.

I'm not your uncle, but you'll

turn me into one.

Sorry, Surja sir.

-Catch up soon.

-Sir.

Drink up.

Oh man!

I could hardly sleep, thanks to uncle,

who made me sleep near a herd of yaks.

All OK?

Yes, sir. Our radio operator

ran out of breath.

It's his first day. He'll get

used to it.

Yes, sir.

-Good day!

-Good day!

-Greetings!

-Julley, sir!

-Julley, Tsering!

-Julley, sir!

He never stops playing with the football

you gave him.

This is the age for him to play.

He won't be playing at your age!

-Where to?

-My wife is pregnant.

Congrats!

I'm taking her to her mother's.

She'll be there for a few days.

That's good.

You two should stay with her.

There's a w*r on.

Anything can happen.

-Greetings!

-Julley, sir!

Go down to the valley for a few days,

come back when the w*r is over.

I want three Platoons of 40 men each.

Sir.

9th Platoon. Take position here

with three LMGs.

Sir.

This position is the closest

to the border.

Hari Ram, 8th Platoon. Three LMGs

will be behind them,

at a distance of 900 metres.

-Here. Bang in the middle of the Pass.

-Sir.

Surja, 7th Platoon.

Take position on the mountain range,

near headquarters.

The mortar section stays

400 metres away.

-Behind the mountain range.

-Yes, sir.

-Any questions?

-No, sir.

Ram Ram, sir.

Ah, radio man!

There's disturbance

on the signal.

Report back to me when it's fixed.

I need to contact the battalion

headquarters.

-Yes, sir.

-Carry on!

Hey, you spoilt Mama's little pets!

Listen carefully, boys.

It takes two hours to boil water.

It took me two hours to make

this soup.

If anyone complains...

they'll get a good whacking

Brother! Love it!

How can you say you love it?

I swear on Lord Krishna,

I was starving, after building

the bunkers.

Uncle's soup tastes superb!

No kidding. I'd happily pay

for this soup.

Drop it! Enough flattery!

Tell you what. When I retire,

my pension is yours!

When a buffalo takes a dump,

you'll be sprayed.

-Who you talking to?

-You!

Hey you, sour face!

Don't act smart. Drink the soup.

Uncle is offended!

Smartasses!

Uncle! Give this soup to the Chinese!

They'll run away.

Weightless and tasteless!

Your comments are tasteless.

You always spoil things.

-Tell him there's a w*r going on.

-"There's a w*r going on."

-Tell him it's not his friend's wedding.

-As if!

-Did I say anything?

-Well?

-Didn't hear it.

-I did!

-I'm not responsible for his hearing.

-Is he?

-Am I responsible?

-Then who is?

Ram Ram! Sit down!

Keep sitting.

The Major!

-Ram Ram, sir!

-Ram Ram.

Did you like Jairam's soup?

Nanhe loved it, sir.

He was licking his cup!

I was licking my fingers, sir!

Sir!

With your permission, may I ask you

a question?

Go ahead.

Sir, what's the story behind your name?

He's the Major. Not some uncle

of yours.

It's OK, Surja.

I'm sure everyone has the same question

in mind.

-Yes, sir.

-We even bet on it.

I said,

your parents called you "Shaitan"

because you were

devilishly naughty.

A great imagination.

Ram Lal said your parents gave you

that name to ward off the evil eye.

Like some call their kid after

the demon Ravan.

Sir, I didn't say that.

I'm glad they didn't call me

Kumbhakaran! Right, Surja?

I doubt your parents named you

"Shaitan".

It must've been some nasty teacher.

-He's right.

-That's what he said.

-You crazy? I didn't say that.

-You did!

Sir, he's kidding.

That's enough!

The Major is being kind. It doesn't

mean you can cross the line.

Sorry, sir.

-Dharam Pal!

-Yes, sir.

I heard you singing when we climbing up.

You have a good voice.

Thank you, sir.

He sings very well, sir.

All India Radio asked him to come

and sing for them, but he didn't.

A great loss for the country!

You should've gone.

Today Dharam Pal Singh Dahiya

could've been a famous singer.

Take sir's blessings.

All my family joined the army, sir.

My father said:

"Join the army. You might be saved

from an enemy b*llet,"

"but if you become a singer,

my b*llet won't spare you!"

-He was saved!

-Saved from Papa!

Your father isn't here,

so don't worry. Sing for us.

-Go on, sing!

-He's a better singer than soldier!

The Major is asking you, so sing!

The day I left home

The day I left my village

The love that flowed

How I miss it

My mother held me tight

Saying: "Go, my soldier, go!"

How I miss those moments

Those courtyards, those terraces

Those lanes, those paths

Those childhood friends

How I miss them all

Her veil flying in the air

Her bewitching kohl-lined eyes

drove me mad

How I miss them

The day I left home

The day I left my village

The love that flowed.

How I miss it

My mother held me tight

Saying: "Go, my soldier, go!"

How I miss those moments now

The sparkling Diwali lights

The sprinkling colours of Holi

Those wonderful nights

Those wonderful days

My heart raced seeing her

No matter how annoyed she was

I could never find peace

without her near

Without her near

Those moments of love

The sound of wedding drums

Those familiar songs

How I miss them

Those folk songs of old

Known and unknown,

how I miss them

The day I left home

The day I left my village

The love that flowed

How I miss it

My mother held me tight

Saying: "Go, my soldier, go!"

How I miss those moments

How I miss them

How I miss them

We will all chant in one voice:

Run, Chinese, run!

Run, Chinese, run!

Sir!

Good evening, sir!

All set at Rezang La!

Awaiting further orders. Over.

Three Alpha, listen carefully.

The enemy has captured the area

surrounding the Eastern Post

and Daulat Beg Oldie.

We have no eyes on the

Xinjiang-Tibet Highway.

Reports of heavy troop movement there

are coming through.

But we have no way to confirm this.

Over.

I'll get up higher and set up

a Listening Post, sir.

With your permission. Over.

Three Alpha! This is your Commander

speaking, request granted.

Report back to us as soon

as you get any intel.

Out.

Here.

I want a Listening Post set up here

by sunset.

Yes, sir.

Ram Chander! Check the radio.

Nanha.

Your attention should be focused

only on that approach.

Hear any movement on the other side

of the gap, inform me at once.

Yes, sir.

Out.

-The radio is working, sir.

-Good.

-Your call sign is Charlie 7.

-OK.

Bhanu. Ram Chander.

You two, come with me.

-OK. Good luck, boys.

-Sir!

Come, Nanhe.

The Major has asked us to watch

that area.

Sir!

That's Chagga village.

Let's go.

Sir... I told them to go down

to the valley.

But they didn't...

Where would they go, Bhanu?

This is their home.

Their land.

Take care of Bhanu!

Bhanu, you'll be OK.

Sir, you OK?

Radio!

We're in danger of losing NEFA.

Sir, Major Bhati is calling in.

Sir, the Brigade Commander.

Three Alpha, report. Over.

The enemy's motorised infantry

is advancing towards Rezang La. Over.

Enemy strength? Over.

About 3000, sir.

Over.

I'll have to talk to the Division HQ.

Hold your positions for further orders.

Over.

There isn't enough time, sir.

They'll be here soon, sir.

Over.

Then fall back, Major, fall back!

I can't send you additional forces,

you know that.

Retreat with your Company.

Reinforce Alpha and Bravo Company

at Chushul's Eastern approach. Over.

Three Alpha, if we retreat now,

they'll be at Chushul and Kashmir

within days.

With all due respect, sir,

I cannot concede defeat

without fighting.

Over.

Roger that.

Think it over again.

Talk to your JCOs and report back

to me. Out.

Sir?

3000 Chinese soldiers are advancing

towards Rezang La.

But Shaitan does not want

to retreat.

He was right.

Sir, we have only 120 soldiers there.

The enemy has a definite advantage.

You're g*dd*mn right.

Sir?

What does your heart say?

"You cannot retreat."

And your mind?

It says listen to my heart.

Sir...

then you have your answer.

I can follow my heart

when deciding my own fate,

but not the fate of 120 soldiers.

Ram Chander, the radio.

Connect me to all three Platoons.

Sir, the Company Commander wishes

to address everyone.

-8th Platoon?

-Yes, sir!

Gather around me.

Charlie Company, this is your Company

Commander, Major Shaitan Singh Bhati.

Tonight a perilous storm

is coming our way

in the shape of 3000 Chinese soldiers.

We could retreat and take a

defensive position at Chushul's Eastside.

Or hold our current position

and try to stop the enemy.

We can protect this land.

This land

where a single blade of grass

does not grow.

But it's not about the land,

it's about a dream.

A dream that came true after years

of struggle.

The dream of freedom that so many

sacrificed their lives for.

The dream of one India -

from the Himalayas to Kanyakumari.

Today our enemy has its sights on

our forefathers' dream.

On Ladakh, Jammu and Kashmir.

It's likely

this is a mere piece of land

won in battle for them,

but for me,

this is Mother India's crown.

And to abandon my mother's crown

at the feet of the enemy

is unacceptable to me.

Someone once told me:

"This uniform does not

only stand for bravery,"

"it demands sacrifice too."

That time has come.

I will fight till my last b*llet,

till my last drop of blood falls.

But I will not retreat.

If any of you wish to leave,

you may.

I shall not hold it against you.

But I... will not retreat.

Charlie Two.

Sir, you once said we were

the sons of farmers.

No one knows the value of land

better than us.

This time the fight isn't about us,

it's about our motherland.

No one will retreat.

We're lucky to have the chance to fight

and die for our country, sir.

9th Platoon is going nowhere.

We're all with you, till our last b*llet.

I speak on behalf of 8th Platoon, sir.

There's no question of us retreating.

We stay here with you.

We fight here, we die here.

Till our last breath,

till our last b*llet.

Over.

The People's Republic of China

has stated

they have decided to stop hostilities

against India,

and have declared ceasefire.

Their armies are now deployed behind

the Line of Control.

Sir, careful.

Sir, careful.

I want to talk to the CO.

I want to talk to the CO.

I want to talk to the CO!

Now!

Our entire conversation will be recorded.

Tell me your service number,

name and rank.

Serial number 4182091.

Sepoy Ram Chander Yadav.

13th Kumaon, Charlie Company's

radio operator, sir.

Today is the 21st of November.

Time: 11.20 am.

I warn you whatever you may say

must be the truth,

and if you lie or mislead us,

you'll be court martial led.

Understand?

There's no reason for me to lie, sir.

I'm only alive so I could tell you

the truth.

So Sepoy Ram Chander Yadav,

what happened on the 17th November

night?

We were waiting for the enemy.

As darkness fell around us,

the cold became unbearable.

It was minus 24 degrees.

The icy wind felt like a dagger

piercing through us.

Only the Major seemed oblivious

to the freezing cold,

as though a fire was burning

inside him.

Hey. Ram Lal!

See something out there?

There is something. Tell the Major.

Charlie 7!

Charlie 7, pass your message. Over.

Sir, we see some movement

at the Myna gap.

Looks like the enemy is knocking

at our door.

Charlie 7. Be Alert. Out.

9th Platoon!

Yes, sir!

Get ready. Uninvited guests were seen

at the gap.

Charlie 7!

Charlie 7. Pass. Over.

Sir, it doesn't look like the enemy.

I think it's a herd of yaks.

Over.

A herd of yaks?

Are you sure? Over.

The fog is making it difficult

to see, sir.

But I can smell them, sir. Over.

I don't understand. Say again?

Over.

I can smell them. Thanks to

Surja sir,

I spent a night sleeping next

to some yaks.

Their smell has settled

in my nose.

Over.

Charlie 7! Today we'll test

your smelling powers.

Out.

Charlie 7.

My hunch was right, sir. They're not

the Chinese, they're yaks.

Charlie 7! Well done!

They probably wanted to learn

our position by sending yaks through.

Your nose saved us!

Stay in position. Over and out.

Yes, brother! So it was a herd

of yaks!

This time the Chinese trap

did not work.

Did we know if they cared

if their yaks or men were k*lled?

They laid another trap for us.

Whatever happens, happens

for the best.

Why say that?

Look, if I hadn't beaten you up

that day,

Surja sir wouldn't have made me

sleep near the yaks.

And I would not have

recognised their smell.

So my nose would not have saved

our Post today. Right?

Be happy the Major Sahib showed up.

Or I would've walloped you

and smashed your ear drums.

Stop dreaming! OK?

You should be happy the Major

turned up,

or you'd be in two pieces.

Neither fish nor fowl.

Did you write home?

Look, brother Nanhe.

I'm already sitting in Mother India's lap,

and as for my family -

they're all right here.

There's Nihal, Baingan, Jairam Uncle,

Surja sir,

and you.

So who do I write to?

Nanhe. The damn Chinese are coming.

Charlie 7! Over.

Send a message to 7th Platoon. I need

the mortar section 200 metres up ahead.

Sir!

Charlie 7!

Charlie 7. Go ahead. Over.

Sir, a Chinese patrol is heading

towards the gap.

About 15-20 men. Over.

We're coming to back you up, Charlie 7.

Till we get there, no one must fire.

Out.

Don't fire. The Major Sahib

is on his way.

Ram Chander, you stay here.

You come with me.

Hari. Govind. Come with us.

Hurry.

Hold!

Let them get closer.

Hold!

Fire!

-Grenade!

-Sir!

RPG!

Ram Lal!

Ram Lal! Sir!

Carry him back to the Company.

Hurry!

Nanha, go with the Major Sahib. The rock's

too heavy, you can't move it.

We won't leave you here, Ram Lal.

Sir, take everyone back

to the Post.

I'll cover you.

If I don't k*ll 10 or 15

of them,

I swear on Lord Hanuman,

dying won't be any fun.

Give me a few grenades, sir.

A few grenades, sir.

Hail Lord Krishna!

Hail Lord Krishna!

Fall back!

Nanhe, listen to me.

I have something of yours.

Here. Take this chocolate.

I can't die indebted to you, my friend.

Go!

Grenade!

We can continue tomorrow,

if you prefer.

No, sir.

If we stop after every incident,

it will take very long.

Let's carry on.

We lost our Listening Post.

But we knew

this was just the beginning.

The Chinese could attack

at any time.

It was a very long night, sir.

One of us had already been martyred.

Here.

Son, we're soldiers.

The day we put our uniforms on,

we tied death to our chest.

Ram Lal was a brave soldier.

He died like a brave soldier.

And when a soldier dies,

you don't mourn him... you salute him

with your head held high.

We're Ahirs.

Lord Krishna's devotees.

We take His name before we go

to battle

and cry: "Hail Lord Krishna!"

If you want

Ram Lal's sacrifice

not to go in vain,

then pull yourself up,

and get ready to face the enemy.

It's time to hold Lord Krishna's weapon

and enter the b*ttlefield.

The Chinese had the upper hand

in this w*r in every respect.

They had the weapons and the food.

Only one thing was working

against them:

General Gao's hastiness.

He wanted to seize Rezang La

and advance towards Chushul.

They decided to attack us

with all their might

under cover of the storm.

He believed we Indians would not know

what hit us.

Sir, what do you think?

Will they come through here again?

Yes, through here.

And the attack will be even

fiercer.

But not immediately.

Meaning?

Look over there.

The storm will hit in two hours.

When it does,

they'll attack.

In the storm?

I'd do the same.

Get some rest.

We still have two hours.

Your son, sir?

Mine's about the same age.

We never realised how quickly

our children would grow.

Sir, I'd go home whenever I could.

He was so small the last time

I saw him.

Now he's grown so much.

A soldier's life

demands sacrifice at the border,

while his family makes sacrifices

at home.

Get some rest.

I want lots of firecrackers.

Flowerpot, sparklers and a rocket.

But you're too young.

If the rocket flies you away,

who'll bring you back?

-You!

-Me?

OK. I'll get your firecrackers.

Now take this.

OK.

Sir, greetings.

Greetings.

What is it?

A telegram from headquarters,

I must leave today.

Son, Diwali is in four days.

That's the only festival

you spend with us.

Sugan, tell him to stay.

Let him go, Ma.

Before being a son,

father and husband,

he's a soldier of this land.

Glory to Mother Lakshmi!

Glory to Mother Lakshmi!

Glory to Mother Lakshmi!

Worshipping You, day and night

Worshipping Mother, day and night

Are Lords Brahma and Vishnu

Glory to Mother Lakshmi

Sugan, these lights...?

For me it's Diwali whenever

you are here.

Next year we'll have a grand Diwali

and forget I was away this year.

I'll be waiting.

What are you doing?

Taking you with me.

I'll go now.

Hail Lord Krishna!

Hail Lord Krishna!

LMG team, take position!

Aim towards the gap!

We must stop the enemy

from crossing the gap.

Everyone must fire

at two minute intervals.

Don't waste ammunition.

One b*llet, one enemy.

If an enemy soldier crosses

the gap, then let him go.

Do not waste a b*llet on him.

The r*fle team will deal with him.

Alpha Three?

-Alpha Three?

-All eyes on the gap. Understood?

Yes, sir!

Sir, there's no radio signal.

Maybe it'll work on the 8th Platoon.

Shall I check?

OK. As soon as you contact

the CO, report back to me.

-Yes, sir.

-Go!

Fire!

Nanha, there are two men

to your right. sh**t them.

One b*llet, one enemy.

Sir! We must destroy their mortars.

We'll soon be in their firing line.

Sir!

Yes, sir?

See that rock over there?

Maybe the snow has loosened

the rock base.

Shall we try throwing a grenade

at the target? Maybe...

-Nanha!

-Yes, sir?

Get two men and two bags of grenades

and follow me.

-Operate the LMG.

-Yes, sir.

Let's go! Nanha!

Tara. Jairam. Hurry, come with me!

Kundan Lal!

Operate the LMG.

Keep firing!

-Grenade!

-Give it to me.

Sir!

Let's go.

Hurry.

Major Sahib's tactics frustrated

the Chinese.

They came to ambush us,

but we ambushed them.

Perhaps the enemy realised the power

of the officer who challenged them.

But there

we found 40 martyred soldiers

of the 9th Platoon.

The w*r had started to show

its deadly side.

Sir...

Sir...

Sir, my time has come.

No.

Can you...

take my medical kit?

You'll need it for the others.

Before I go, can I ask something?

Yes.

Sir, will my father be proud of me?

Yes, Dharam Pal... the whole country

will be proud of you.

Sir, I...

Lord Krishna...

-Nanha!

-Sir?

Take all the ammunition you can find.

-We're heading to the 8th Platoon.

-Yes, sir.

Hurry!

Three Alpha. Three Alpha. Three Alpha.

Over!

Keep trying.

Three Alpha. Three Alpha.

Can you hear me?

Three Alpha. If you can hear me,

message me.

Three Alpha!

Sir, I tried hard.

Can't get through to Chushul.

But I can get through to the

mortar section and 7th platoon.

Keep trying.

Sir.

Sir, we're waiting for your orders.

8th Platoon, get ready!

The enemy will soon be in our sights.

Prime the grenades!

Check the fixed lines for the LMGs.

Make sure all the magazines are loaded.

Remember! Let the enemy come closer.

One b*llet, one enemy.

The 9th Platoon have dealt a heavy blow

to the enemy.

It's our turn now. Be ready!

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir!

Hail Goddess Kali!

Ram Chander! 7th Platoon.

7th Platoon, sir.

Company Commander, sir.

Charlie 2. Over.

Charlie 2, OK. Over.

The mortar section must target

the enemy's MMGs.

Destroy all their MMGs.

As soon as that's done,

join 8th Platoon.

Over.

Charlie 2 to Charlie 5. Over!

Charlie 5, OK. Over.

Charlie 5. Target No.6.

The enemy MMG position.

Rapid fire!

Mortar section! Rapid fire!

Can't get through to the

mortar section.

Keep trying. 7th Platoon!

The enemy is advancing towards us.

Every b*llet must hit a target.

Throw a grenade if they get any closer.

Cover!

Down! Down!

Drag him out.

Save him!

Drag him out, Sher Singh!

Jairam!

Jairam!

Jairam!

Victory to Mother India!

Bhup Singh!

-Baingan!

-Sir?

Baingan, medical!

Stay strong, Bhup Singh.

Hurry.

Where's Jairam?

Any contact with the CO?

No, sir.

Keep trying.

-How many rounds left?

-Only one magazine, sir.

-Same here.

-One magazine, sir.

Keep firing, then grenades.

-Get the grenades.

-Yes, sir.

Three Alpha, Three Alpha. Over.

Three Alpha for Two Alpha. Over!

Three Alpha. Any station? Over.

We didn't have any b*ll*ts left.

The gunpowder was dust too.

-Charlie Company!

-Sir!

-Fix your bayonets.

-Yes, sir!

There were only twenty of us left.

Like a flood, the Chinese army

kept advancing.

But a flood has no chance against

a man like Shaitan.

Your land demands blood.

Soak it with the blood of the enemy.

Wrap the enemy in flames.

Show them! So what if they are 1000!

To protect Mother India,

each of her sons is equal to a hundred.

Hail Lord Krishna!

Hail Lord Krishna!

Hari Ram!

Hari Ram!

The wind is on your side.

Sir, slowly.

-Baingan!

-Sir.

Bring all the a*mo you have.

Cover the Major! Hurry!

Make cover for the Major!

-Get the LMG!

-Sir.

Ram Chander,

tie it tight.

Sir!

Load the LMG.

The revolver...

Take me near the LMG.

Easy, sir.

Sir!

Ram Chander, Nanha, Baingan...

He must not be captured.

Get up, sir.

Sir, it has been my honour

to have fought by your side.

Take him away.

-Cover!

-Covering!

Easy, sir.

I'll fight, sir!

Hail Lord Krishna!

Sir, Be careful

Careful, sir. Easy.

Stay with sir.

Don't move from here.

We'll show the rascals.

Baingan, let's go.

Hail Lord Krishna!

No, sir...

No, sir, no. It's nothing, sir.

Sir!

Baingan!

Yes, Nanhe.

You OK?

I miss home, my friend.

Letter.

You'll be OK.

Want a chocolate?

Here, a chocolate.

Baingan...

Baingan...

Major Sahib.

Hail Lord Krishna!

Sir, let's go.

Your aim needs improvement!

But you're a fabulous radio operator.

Sir, we must move.

Listen to me, Ram Chander.

Find a way to get to Chushul.

When you get there,

report to the Commanding Officer.

Tell him,

tell him what happened here today.

Sir!

This watch...

This watch and this letter...

Give them to him.

I can't do that, sir.

I won't leave you.

It's an order, Ram Chander.

I'm staying right here.

Don't send me away.

My last order.

Go!

Go!

Go on!

Radio man...

Hail Lord Krishna!

Hail Lord Krishna!

Go!

Every step I made towards Chushul

could have been my last.

Then perhaps this story would have

stayed buried in the snow.

Over a thousand Chinese soldiers

were k*lled.

After hearing the news,

General Gao lost his courage.

He thought if 120 brave Indian soldiers

could destroy his battalion,

then what would the waiting Indian

army at Chushul do to them.

Who knows what effect seeing

all those corpses had on the Chinese,

but one thing was clear,

though they did invade,

they went no further.

Tell me the truth.

Do you believe what he's saying?

Sir, when the storm subsided,

the search party found no signs

to confirm a w*r was waged there.

It's also possible that the signs

of w*r

have been buried deep in the snow.

It was one hell of a storm!

I want this story to be true.

But without proof... how?

Call him in.

Sepoy Ram Chander Yadav.

Come in.

Ram Ram, sir.

Sepoy Ram Chander Yadav,

were you of sound mind when you made

your statement?

Yes, sir.

We found no evidence of w*r,

nor did we find a Charlie Company soldier

or martyr.

Now we know this,

do you wish to change your statement?

You will find their blood

in the soil, sir.

The blood from their hearts,

not from their backs.

Sepoy Ram Chander Yadav,

until the army investigation

is complete,

whatever you have told us must remain

between us.

Is that understood?

-Is that understood?

-Sir!

The Major asked me to give you this.

Sir.

Three months passed.

There was still no proof that anyone

had been martyred in the valley.

Then the season changed,

and the snow melted.

Father!

Father!

Being a commander made me forget

that I was once a soldier too.

These brave soldiers

not only saved Chushul,

but also saved Jammu-Kashmir

from falling into Chinese hands.

This battle has been our greatest victory.

The story of their bravery

must be known by every Indian child.

The sacrifice they made

for their motherland

is the great debt that we owe them.

We will never forget it.

Never.

Who was with him in his last moments?

His 120 brave soldiers.

My dear son,

I am writing to you from the border,

knowing this is my last letter.

But there's another more

important reason.

Today the 120 soldiers,

who stand with me at the border,

know this w*r will take

their lives.

They had all the freedom

to leave their posts.

But they did not.

They were ready to sacrifice their present

for India's tomorrows.

Like them, I am hoping

that you too

will keep the same flame of courage

burning in your heart.

Whatever you do in life,

show courage and honesty

to your country.

Whether or not I am around tomorrow,

I will always be with you.

"Look after your two mothers, son."

"One mother is reading this letter

to you,"

"and the other is our Motherland."

"We are all her children."

"Your father."