Your legions.

To your troop!

Withdraw your legions.

A present from your navy.

When your troops are gone, I sign.

Hands to the bracers. Brace up sharp.

Captain York, you're relieved of command of your troop.

Another day of this and your own troops will destroy you.

Why not let him go with your troops?

It's your army, Mr. Cohill. Good luck.

In honour of this occasion I have given your troops a day of rest.

At least your troops fought bravely, under my command.

I ordered an attack. Your troops refused to attack.

I guess he wasn't a true believer.

If you were the enemy, which direction would you deliver your main attack from?

Before you're without water without food your troops slaughtered, picked off from the rooftops poisoned in the brothels?

Captain York you may have commanded your own regiment in the late war but so long as you command a troop in mine, you will obey my orders.