Chapter 459: Chapter 459
Bayonets crossed, flesh and blood flew.
In just a moment of contact, several soldiers of the Australian Camp had their stomachs pierced and fell, rolling and wailing on the ground. The Volunteer Army soldiers’ stabs were simple and fierce.
Each strike aimed directly at the vital parts, and they worked in coordinated groups of three, covering each other and charging forward without exposing any weaknesses from behind.
But the soldiers of the Australian Camp were still lost in fantasies of single-handedly fighting heroically across the battlefield.
This illusion quickly dissipated as more and more of their people fell, causing the soldiers of the Australian Camp to gradually wake up, their faces showing undeniable fear.
Their proud ’close-quarters combat skills’ had no advantage in front of the Volunteer Army.
Compared to the Volunteer Army,
their ’close-quarters combat skills’ appeared crude.
A soldier from the Australian Camp had his chest pierced, his eyes widened as blood gushed from his mouth, unable to believe he was killed by a ’small Asian soldier’ just .
Standing nearly two meters tall, compared to the Volunteer Army soldiers, indeed the Volunteer Army soldiers seemed small.
Yet it was precisely these small warriors who struck each blow to kill.
Another soldier clutched his pierced abdomen, staggered back, his face no longer arrogant but full of fear, continuously pleading to those around him:
"Please save me! I don’t want to die!"
But the surrounding soldiers of the Australian Camp were also filled with fear, not daring to step forward.
This pleading Australian Camp soldier, after the Volunteer Army withdrew the bayonet, was swiftly hit in the head with the rifle butt and lost his breath.
Surrounding Australian Camp soldiers began to collapse.
The camp could no longer hold.
They couldn’t understand how the 30 men in front of them were different from the hundreds they had previously encountered.
No time for the Australian Camp soldiers to think much.
With a shouted command, only 30 of the Volunteer Army charged even more fiercely, and nearly a thousand-strong Australian Camp utterly collapsed, beginning to flee.
The Australian Camp Battalion Commander finally noticed something was wrong, watched the fleeing soldiers, and angrily shouted:
"No retreat allowed!"
"Damn it! What are you all doing!"
"Fight back for me!!!"
No one wanted to die.
Only 30 of the Volunteer Army chased nearly a thousand Australian Camp soldiers, a scene that looked unusually absurd from afar, even leaving the British Allied Army’s 27th Brigade dumbfounded.
Wasn’t this supposed to be an elite force?
A thousand people chased across the hills by 30?
The fleeing Australian Camp soldiers paid no mind to anything and ran back to their camp in chaos, only to find that the 30 Volunteer Army members had long since disappeared.
They had clearly withdrawn quietly while they fled.
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However, when they saw the amused glances from the British Allied Army’s 27th Brigade soldiers, and the unpleasant look on the brigade commander’s face, their hearts sank.
On Zhou Hao’s side, although continuously manipulating the situation, his body was still that of an Australian Camp soldier.
Now being looked at mockingly by soldiers of the British Commonwealth and United States of America, he couldn’t help but blush, and viewers from Blue Star didn’t expect the Australian Camp soldiers to be so weak.
At first, seeing the Volunteer Army fighting desperately, they thought these Volunteer soldiers were finished.
Yet unexpectedly, 30 defeated 1000, then withdrew calmly.
The commander of the British Allied Army’s 27th Brigade looked at the displeased face of the Australian Camp Battalion Commander and questioned:
"I need an explanation."
The Australian Camp Battalion Commander’s face looked extremely ugly, cold sweat streaming down:
"Brigade Commander, you must understand... those soldiers, they don’t care about life and death at all!"
"I’ve never seen soldiers ."
"My soldiers were fighting a group of madmen!"
"They charged without blinking, like... like demons crawling out of hell!"
These words brought laughter to the British Allied Army’s 27th Brigade commander in anger:
"So, my brave Australian Camp got scared to death by thirty ’demons’?"
"Do devils fear bullets?! Fool!!!"
"Incompetents! You’ve shamed the entire Allied Army! You’re relieved of your command!!!"
"And those foolish subordinates of yours!"
"The entire Australian Camp is recorded with shame, and I will personally submit a detailed report of today’s farce to General MacArthur!!!"
The Australian Camp Battalion Commander’s face was ashen, while the mocking laughter of soldiers from countries around floated in the air, clearly indicating their long-standing disdain for this group of ’pampered soldiers.’
After all, they always bragged about being some secret elite unit, spending their days drinking coffee and playing ball games.
Like they were on vacation.
Previously, other countries’ soldiers were somewhat wary of their battle records, but who could have thought these guys were so overrated, with nearly a thousand tall and strong men almost two meters high.
Facing bayonets, they were crushed by 30 lean Asians. Seeing their still-shocked faces, the myth of the ’secret elite’ force was shattered.
This scene was so similar to yesterday.
Yesterday they mocked the 8th Infantry Regiment of the United Nations as decorative, only for it to crumble at first contact.
The self-proclaimed ’King of Bayonet Combat,’ the Australian Camp, was exposed by 30 Volunteer Army soldiers in bayonet fighting....
And as the Volunteer Army on this side withdrew due to insufficient firepower.
The situation temporarily stabilized.
The United States Joint Forces were forced to retreat south of the Cheongcheon River, marking the end of the First Battle (October 25 to November 5, 1950).
Despite being forced to retreat to the south of the Cheongcheon River.
The United States was still planning to end the war by Christmas. The temporary failure didn’t seem to affect the mentality of the rear American soldiers.
Soldiers at the rear who hadn’t faced the Volunteer Army yet were still fantasizing about their turkey dinners.