Research: The Bayonet Charge of 42nd Street. the 141st Gebirgsjager Battalion of the German Army and their invasion of Crete: May 1941. The famous 28th Maori Battalion, after multiple "war cries" Hakas....charged these German troops. Cold. Hard. Steel. The Germans fled....from the field.
Our equipment is aging but serviceable, we don't need things like submarines, MBT, jets and so on because we just don't need it. Our defence force is a mighty fine professional force at what it does
Fine with allied support but unlikely to defend its islands against an equivalent resourced nation. Not saying the spirit isn't there but the NZ defence force is really only capable of a supporting role.
You see Mark when we open the skull of our enemies. We do not rely on equipment but our bare hands. That is what separates us from you lot. Stack up on your gadgets and toys. The frail need them.
Isaiah 8:13(KJV) Sanctify the LORD of hosts himself; and let him be your fear, and let him be your dread. Joshua 6:5 KJV And it shall come to pass, that when they make a long blast with the ram's horn, and when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, all the people shall shout with a great shout; and the wall of the city shall fall down flat, and the people shall ascend up every man straight before him. Exodus 21:19(NKJV) If he rise again, and walk abroad upon his staff, then shall he that smote him be quit: only he shall pay for the loss of his time, and shall cause him to be thoroughly healed. Few 🎶 Notes. Not that anyone cares anymore about interpretation of the Word or God but here is my assessment of these verses in regards to adapting a better strategy. 1. Use a Rams Horn at Start of Haka 2. Train and walk with staffs. Bible refers to staffs as if it's common knowledge all men should have one. 3. Not our will but the Will of Our Father Who art in Heaven. You men in New Zealand are my last hope for having Fear of The Lord. Disappoint me...sure who cares... But not Our Father Who Art in Heaven.
They are literally warriors in uniform! Wtf? A lot of the famous maori battalion soldiers didn't have moko either and had the repution of the most feared soldiers Rommel Africa corps ever faced! His words.🙄
The haka didn't fair too well against the British red coast disciplined and no-nonsense soldiers, using these weapons " the British military used various types of rifles against the Māori in the New Zealand Wars, such as the Pattern 1858 naval rifle, the Enfield Pattern 1853 rifle-musket, and the Snider-Enfield1". Hail Britania!! !
The Haka is a challenge, NOT a fight. If you do some research you will find the Maori developed the Defensive Pa, which is a hill with several terraces dug into it. The Maori were on each level of the Pa, and were able to defend against the red coats fairly effectively. The redcoats had to climb each level to be successful. Maori also had firearms so the red coats sustained serious casualties, as did the Maori. The Maori, were NEVER defeated, but entered into a peace and treaty with Governor William Hobson who represented Queen Victoria. The Treaty said that: Māori would have rangatiratanga (total control) over all their lands and taonga (everything important to them) for as long as they wished. If Māori wanted to sell land they must sell it to the Governor, who would then sell it to settlers.
The British army officers, trained as Empire leaders in the finest traditions of Queen Victoria’s famous regiments, stroked their chins in bewilderment as they took their battlefield positions. What, they seemed to be thinking aloud to each other, could you do with an enemy like this one? “This one” was half-naked, and in Victorian terms, quite savage. Yet these fiery warriors were dictating all the rules of conduct to be practised in the forthcoming battle - issuing proclamations on how the dead and the wounded were to be honourably treated and rules for the protection of the civilian population. Why, they were of such high moral quality they might have been British! The warrior natives arrayed before Britain’s redcoats that day were the Maoris. They had lived in New Zealand for several hundred years before Captain Cook claimed the country for Britain in the 18th century and Britain declared it part of her Empire - as a crown colony in 1841. These handsome, dark-skinned Polynesian people had sailed their canoes across the ocean to settle in the fern forests and plains of the land they called Ao-tea-Roa - the land of the Long White Cloud. When the first white settlers arrived in the early 19th century. Christian missionaries came, too. They found the Maoris an intelligent race. They taught them to read and write and to worship God. But soon the Maoris were at the mercy of land-hungry white traders who bought their land in return for guns and rum. The result was disastrous, for the warlike Maoris quickly realised that the gun was a better weapon than the spear. The first trouble began when members of tribes started selling their land without the consent of their chiefs. Sometimes, in fact, the tribesmen weren’t even aware that they were selling. But realising that they were being tricked over land prices, they began raiding European settlements in revenge. One settlers’ leader who might have had problems in justifying some of his actions was Colonel William Wakefield. He had formed the New Zealand Land Company without British government permission, which was illegal. Then, by trading jews’-harps, mirrors, guns, razors, candles and other such paraphernalia for Maori acres, he built up a substantial settlement. When Wakefield tried to seize the beautiful Wairau Valley, in South Island, Maori tempers flared. They pointed out that by the peace treaty of Wairangi, called just before the establishment of the British crown colony, the white man had said that they would protect the Maoris. Instead, they were stealing from them. Undaunted, Wakefield put his men into the Wairau Valley to mark out plots. Firmly, the Maoris turned them away. For that, Wakefield got a court order to arrest Rauparaha, the Maori chief. During the confrontation that followed between the Maoris and the whites when they tried to arrest Rauparaha, a shot was fired. Rauparaha’s daughter fell dead - and then mayhem erupted. When the settlers finally fled the field they left 22 dead behind them. Now, with the Empire flag decidedly unpopular in New Zealand, a new warrior chief, Honi Heke, took the stage. For him and his men, it seemed that the symbol of absolute British power was the flagstaff upon which the white men daily hoisted their Union Jack. Twice Heke cut down a British flagstaff, in the hope that without the British power, the good life would return to the Maoris. Indeed, Heke became such an irritant that the Governor put a price of £100 on his head. The Maori chief’s reply to that was to put a price of £100 on the Governor’s head. Swiftly, young Maoris rallied to Heke’s standard. The Governor sent to Australia for soldiers, for war was obviously about to begin. When the British redcoats saw the foe they had come 2,000 miles to fight they sneered derisively. How could a few groups of half-naked savages occupy much of their time? The answer was soon forthcoming. Twice Heke’s Maoris beat then in battle, and then slipped safely away into the deep forests. Things looked so bad for the British that a new commander, Captain George Grey, was hastily sent out to take over the demoralised redcoats. Grey was to have much more success. In a surprise attack on a Sunday the British forced Heke’s army to flee. With his men scattered to the four winds, the sad warrior chief had to beg for peace. Then, with a sense of justice for which he was bitterly criticised but in which he was unquestionably right, Grey pardoned all who had taken part in the rebellion - including the crestfallen Heke himself. The saddened chief could not bear the pain of an honourable defeat, and a little while later he pined away to die at the age of 42. When peace came Grey was posted abroad to another colony. But first, he went to Oxford to receive a degree in honour of his work in New Zealand. The students there voted him “King of the Cannibal Islands”. The Maoris hadn’t wanted to lose Grey, whom they considered one of the few white men they could trust. Without his wise government it was an uneasy peace, for the promises to the Maoris were forgotten and the sale of guns to them, which Grey had firmly prohibited, began again. Now a strange movement began in the Maori villages - the King Movement. For the first time in their history, the tribes banded together under one king, a chief named Te Whero Whero. Sir George Gray, as he now was, was hastily recalled in 1861, but it was too late. The Christian Maoris no longer trusted any white man, not even their “Good Governor Grey”. Once again war broke out and this time the Maoris, facing tremendous odds, armed with old-fashioned muskets, and using old iron and peach stones for bullets, proved strange enemies indeed. The quaintest battle of all took place in 1864 at Tauranga, when 1,700 British soldiers were sent to the Bay of Plenty. The Maoris, under their chief Rawiri, sent out a set of rules of war to the British troops, including the good treatment of captives, respect for the dead and non-persecution of civilians. When the British still did not attack, the eager Maoris built an eight-mile road to their Pa, or stockade, to help their enemies approach. Finally Rawiri sent another message to say they were making another Pa nearer to the British in case the distance had delayed the attack. This was the great Gate Pa; with a deep ditch and trenches outside the wooden palisade. Three hundred British troops charged the Pa, The Maoris tried to flee, but found themselves sandwiched between two lines of fine when a second British force appeared at the rear. The Maoris turned to face their enemy and engaged in hand-to-hand fighting. In the confusion that followed, and as darkness fell, the British suddenly retreated. No one knows why that was, unless the retreat was sounded mistakenly. But they undoubtedly fled, leaving the Maoris victors. The British Commander, Colonel Booth, died that day. As he lay mortally wounded a Maori woman risked the British gunfire to carry water to him. A few weeks later the chief Rawiri was killed at another stockade. He was buries beside Colonel Booth. The war continued to be one of the oddest ever fought. The enemies - redcoats and dusky warriors - cheered each other after each battle and shook hands like old friends. When one side ran out of ammunition, it coolly asked the enemy for more. The dead were given honourable burial and both sides erected monuments to each other’s bravery. By 1865 Governor Grey, tired of the British army’s half-hearted attacks on Maori stockades, himself led the attack on Weraroa Pa, capturing it by sending a column of redcoats up over the steep cliffs behind. Four days later he reported that the war was almost over. Today the Maori race is a memorial to Grey’s great humanity. The Maoris not only sit in Parliament, but during the Second World War they fought for their country side by side with white New Zealanders. Today, too, New Zealand is a unique part of the British Commonwealth of nations - made unique by its very distance from Britain. New Zealand is so far from other lands, for instance, that exported meat must be refrigeratedto prevent it going bad on the journey. The first frozen mutton cargo left Dunedin by refrigerated ship in 1882. Meat freezing plants are dotted about the country and Canterbury lamb - the famous New Zealand lamb in British butcher’s shops - is a valuable export. In South Island the western slopes of the Southern Alps are covered with mighty fern forests. The fern is the national military emblem of the country. New Zealand is also famous for its kauri gum trees, which are up to forty feet (12 m) in diameter. From Ruapehu to White Island there are boiling springs, mud-pools and spouts of hot water and steam called geysers. In the Rotorua district the Maoris cook potatoes in the hot springs. Seven famous geysers in the northeastern district around Lake Taupo came into existence after a gigantic eruption in 1886. One geyser near Lake Rotorua reaches more than 30 feet (9 m) high. The “down-under” islands may be the farthest outpost of the great British family of nations, but their traditions, history and character are full of excitement and adventure which is uniquely their own.
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Im an Aussie this is the best thing i have seen. Respect.
Shot my brother appreciate it
Once you were warriors, and still are! Respect from this Aussie.
I'm so glad they're on our side.
You can’t beat the HAKA…..love it!!!…..ANZACs forever!!!!
Warriors are still warriors! Salutes from Aussie
Imagine the gernans hearing this just before a bayonet charge from the maori battalion
I love this haka a warrior spirit be with them always valor and honor
Beautiful.
New Zealand number one for me ❤️✌️
If I really see a haka on the battlefield, I think it would be scary to meet.
I’d run! Surrender wouldn’t help!
Research: The Bayonet Charge of 42nd Street. the 141st Gebirgsjager Battalion of the German Army and their invasion of Crete: May 1941.
The famous 28th Maori Battalion, after multiple "war cries" Hakas....charged these German troops. Cold. Hard. Steel.
The Germans fled....from the field.
"The blood of many Nations runs through the veins of these men"
Brothers in arm
How many troops and vehicles ect was deployed this year? A lot of new kit out there now😁
Can I have the lyrics of this Haka? Can one of you please help me? I love this HAKA.
Nice, disorganised as hell. Chaotic energy. Ngā tamatoa o Tū! Whai ake nei!
❤❤❤❤❤❤✌️
Enemy dropped his weapon and fled
🔥🔥🔥🔥
Pvt - who are we fighting today Sarge ?
Sarge - New Zealanders
Pvt - ahhh...fuck :(
Maori Motivation
Yeah if I heard/saw this as part of an enemy army I’d be the first human to do that cartoon dust cloud escape. I’d make The Flash look like a snail.
That looks like the entire nz army. 😅😅😅
Only if you have trouble counting.Or fact checking.😆😆😆
@@snapdragon9300 cmon bruh arent people allowed to take the piss anymore? Obviously theres google bruh ffs
Not quite the rest are hiding in the bushes with their guns trained on you!
@@MaoriMan76 which is what I was doing with you 😆
@@dennisfoster5910sorry bro we ran out of money to afford the bullets
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I hope the Haka is just as strong as NZ Defence forces equipment ....otherwise it's hot air and tongues wagging .
Our equipment is aging but serviceable, we don't need things like submarines, MBT, jets and so on because we just don't need it. Our defence force is a mighty fine professional force at what it does
Fine with allied support but unlikely to defend its islands against an equivalent resourced nation. Not saying the spirit isn't there but the NZ defence force is really only capable of a supporting role.
You see Mark when we open the skull of our enemies. We do not rely on equipment but our bare hands. That is what separates us from you lot. Stack up on your gadgets and toys. The frail need them.
Isaiah 8:13(KJV)
Sanctify the LORD of hosts himself; and let him be your fear, and let him be your dread.
Joshua 6:5 KJV
And it shall come to pass, that when they make a long blast with the ram's horn, and when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, all the people shall shout with a great shout; and the wall of the city shall fall down flat, and the people shall ascend up every man straight before him.
Exodus 21:19(NKJV)
If he rise again, and walk abroad upon his staff, then shall he that smote him be quit: only he shall pay for the loss of his time, and shall cause him to be thoroughly healed.
Few 🎶 Notes. Not that anyone cares anymore about interpretation of the Word or God but here is my assessment of these verses in regards to adapting a better strategy.
1. Use a Rams Horn at Start of Haka
2. Train and walk with staffs. Bible refers to staffs as if it's common knowledge all men should have one.
3. Not our will but the Will of Our Father Who art in Heaven.
You men in New Zealand are my last hope for having Fear of The Lord. Disappoint me...sure who cares...
But not Our Father Who Art in Heaven.
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And not one Moko amongst them.!
Real Men and not the Peacocks we have in the Maori party.
They are literally warriors in uniform! Wtf? A lot of the famous maori battalion soldiers didn't have moko either and had the repution of the most feared soldiers Rommel Africa corps ever faced! His words.🙄
@@snapdragon9300 This!! 👌🔥🙌
Shut up
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired of seeing Kiwis doing the dance. Maybe they should just do their job!
I am with you there mate.
lol, it is traditional
Since you are so sick of their ‘dance’, maybe you should stand in front of this group and tell them to stop & do their job.. 🤷🏻♀️
The haka didn't fair too well against the British red coast disciplined and no-nonsense soldiers, using these weapons " the British military used various types of rifles against the Māori in the New Zealand Wars, such as the Pattern 1858 naval rifle, the Enfield Pattern 1853 rifle-musket, and the Snider-Enfield1". Hail Britania!! !
P.S. Free New Zealand from Maori tyranny, white people are treated like second class citizens there vote no to the Australian voice to parliament.
The Haka is a challenge, NOT a fight. If you do some research you will find the Maori developed the Defensive Pa, which is a hill with several terraces dug into it. The Maori were on each level of the Pa, and were able to defend against the red coats fairly effectively. The redcoats had to climb each level to be successful. Maori also had firearms so the red coats sustained serious casualties, as did the Maori. The Maori, were NEVER defeated, but entered into a peace and treaty with
Governor William Hobson who represented Queen Victoria. The Treaty said that: Māori would have rangatiratanga (total control) over all their lands and taonga (everything important to them) for as long as they wished. If Māori wanted to sell land they must sell it to the Governor, who would then sell it to settlers.
The British army officers, trained as Empire leaders in the finest traditions of Queen Victoria’s famous regiments, stroked their chins in bewilderment as they took their battlefield positions. What, they seemed to be thinking aloud to each other, could you do with an enemy like this one?
“This one” was half-naked, and in Victorian terms, quite savage. Yet these fiery warriors were dictating all the rules of conduct to be practised in the forthcoming battle - issuing proclamations on how the dead and the wounded were to be honourably treated and rules for the protection of the civilian population. Why, they were of such high moral quality they might have been British!
The warrior natives arrayed before Britain’s redcoats that day were the Maoris. They had lived in New Zealand for several hundred years before Captain Cook claimed the country for Britain in the 18th century and Britain declared it part of her Empire - as a crown colony in 1841. These handsome, dark-skinned Polynesian people had sailed their canoes across the ocean to settle in the fern forests and plains of the land they called Ao-tea-Roa - the land of the Long White Cloud.
When the first white settlers arrived in the early 19th century. Christian missionaries came, too. They found the Maoris an intelligent race. They taught them to read and write and to worship God.
But soon the Maoris were at the mercy of land-hungry white traders who bought their land in return for guns and rum. The result was disastrous, for the warlike Maoris quickly realised that the gun was a better weapon than the spear.
The first trouble began when members of tribes started selling their land without the consent of their chiefs. Sometimes, in fact, the tribesmen weren’t even aware that they were selling. But realising that they were being tricked over land prices, they began raiding European settlements in revenge.
One settlers’ leader who might have had problems in justifying some of his actions was Colonel William Wakefield. He had formed the New Zealand Land Company without British government permission, which was illegal. Then, by trading jews’-harps, mirrors, guns, razors, candles and other such paraphernalia for Maori acres, he built up a substantial settlement. When Wakefield tried to seize the beautiful Wairau Valley, in South Island, Maori tempers flared. They pointed out that by the peace treaty of Wairangi, called just before the establishment of the British crown colony, the white man had said that they would protect the Maoris. Instead, they were stealing from them.
Undaunted, Wakefield put his men into the Wairau Valley to mark out plots. Firmly, the Maoris turned them away. For that, Wakefield got a court order to arrest Rauparaha, the Maori chief. During the confrontation that followed between the Maoris and the whites when they tried to arrest Rauparaha, a shot was fired. Rauparaha’s daughter fell dead - and then mayhem erupted. When the settlers finally fled the field they left 22 dead behind them.
Now, with the Empire flag decidedly unpopular in New Zealand, a new warrior chief, Honi Heke, took the stage. For him and his men, it seemed that the symbol of absolute British power was the flagstaff upon which the white men daily hoisted their Union Jack. Twice Heke cut down a British flagstaff, in the hope that without the British power, the good life would return to the Maoris. Indeed, Heke became such an irritant that the Governor put a price of £100 on his head. The Maori chief’s reply to that was to put a price of £100 on the Governor’s head.
Swiftly, young Maoris rallied to Heke’s standard. The Governor sent to Australia for soldiers, for war was obviously about to begin.
When the British redcoats saw the foe they had come 2,000 miles to fight they sneered derisively. How could a few groups of half-naked savages occupy much of their time? The answer was soon forthcoming. Twice Heke’s Maoris beat then in battle, and then slipped safely away into the deep forests. Things looked so bad for the British that a new commander, Captain George Grey, was hastily sent out to take over the demoralised redcoats.
Grey was to have much more success. In a surprise attack on a Sunday the British forced Heke’s army to flee. With his men scattered to the four winds, the sad warrior chief had to beg for peace. Then, with a sense of justice for which he was bitterly criticised but in which he was unquestionably right, Grey pardoned all who had taken part in the rebellion - including the crestfallen Heke himself. The saddened chief could not bear the pain of an honourable defeat, and a little while later he pined away to die at the age of 42.
When peace came Grey was posted abroad to another colony. But first, he went to Oxford to receive a degree in honour of his work in New Zealand. The students there voted him “King of the Cannibal Islands”.
The Maoris hadn’t wanted to lose Grey, whom they considered one of the few white men they could trust. Without his wise government it was an uneasy peace, for the promises to the Maoris were forgotten and the sale of guns to them, which Grey had firmly prohibited, began again.
Now a strange movement began in the Maori villages - the King Movement. For the first time in their history, the tribes banded together under one king, a chief named Te Whero Whero.
Sir George Gray, as he now was, was hastily recalled in 1861, but it was too late. The Christian Maoris no longer trusted any white man, not even their “Good Governor Grey”. Once again war broke out and this time the Maoris, facing tremendous odds, armed with old-fashioned muskets, and using old iron and peach stones for bullets, proved strange enemies indeed.
The quaintest battle of all took place in 1864 at Tauranga, when 1,700 British soldiers were sent to the Bay of Plenty. The Maoris, under their chief Rawiri, sent out a set of rules of war to the British troops, including the good treatment of captives, respect for the dead and non-persecution of civilians.
When the British still did not attack, the eager Maoris built an eight-mile road to their Pa, or stockade, to help their enemies approach. Finally Rawiri sent another message to say they were making another Pa nearer to the British in case the distance had delayed the attack. This was the great Gate Pa; with a deep ditch and trenches outside the wooden palisade.
Three hundred British troops charged the Pa, The Maoris tried to flee, but found themselves sandwiched between two lines of fine when a second British force appeared at the rear. The Maoris turned to face their enemy and engaged in hand-to-hand fighting. In the confusion that followed, and as darkness fell, the British suddenly retreated. No one knows why that was, unless the retreat was sounded mistakenly. But they undoubtedly fled, leaving the Maoris victors.
The British Commander, Colonel Booth, died that day. As he lay mortally wounded a Maori woman risked the British gunfire to carry water to him. A few weeks later the chief Rawiri was killed at another stockade. He was buries beside Colonel Booth.
The war continued to be one of the oddest ever fought. The enemies - redcoats and dusky warriors - cheered each other after each battle and shook hands like old friends. When one side ran out of ammunition, it coolly asked the enemy for more. The dead were given honourable burial and both sides erected monuments to each other’s bravery.
By 1865 Governor Grey, tired of the British army’s half-hearted attacks on Maori stockades, himself led the attack on Weraroa Pa, capturing it by sending a column of redcoats up over the steep cliffs behind. Four days later he reported that the war was almost over.
Today the Maori race is a memorial to Grey’s great humanity. The Maoris not only sit in Parliament, but during the Second World War they fought for their country side by side with white New Zealanders.
Today, too, New Zealand is a unique part of the British Commonwealth of nations - made unique by its very distance from Britain. New Zealand is so far from other lands, for instance, that exported meat must be refrigeratedto prevent it going bad on the journey. The first frozen mutton cargo left Dunedin by refrigerated ship in 1882. Meat freezing plants are dotted about the country and Canterbury lamb - the famous New Zealand lamb in British butcher’s shops - is a valuable export.
In South Island the western slopes of the Southern Alps are covered with mighty fern forests. The fern is the national military emblem of the country. New Zealand is also famous for its kauri gum trees, which are up to forty feet (12 m) in diameter.
From Ruapehu to White Island there are boiling springs, mud-pools and spouts of hot water and steam called geysers. In the Rotorua district the Maoris cook potatoes in the hot springs. Seven famous geysers in the northeastern district around Lake Taupo came into existence after a gigantic eruption in 1886. One geyser near Lake Rotorua reaches more than 30 feet (9 m) high.
The “down-under” islands may be the farthest outpost of the great British family of nations, but their traditions, history and character are full of excitement and adventure which is uniquely their own.
@@robbiesheppard3280 Excellent research, my man.