In fact, as Jiang Shuan expected, the five thousand enemy bandits came for the water source.

After walking in the desert for a long time, they had drunk all the water they carried with them. At this time, they finally saw the water source they had dreamed of. They rushed to the pond like crazy to see the coming of God.

Some people lie on the ground, bury their heads in the water and drink. Others just pick off their clothes and jump into the water with a plop.

While they are immersed in the joy of water, they do not know that the danger is approaching quietly.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Jiang Shuan made a gesture, and a soldier immediately sounded the horn

This is the symbol of war!

Luo Dongshu roared fiercely like the wolf who saw his prey: "brothers, let me kill them all!!"

He rushed out first.

The remaining 8000 soldiers followed.

They shot at the enemy like arrows off the string!

Five thousand Xisha enemy soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden sneak attack. They hurriedly got up and took a knife to meet the enemy. As for the soldiers soaking in the pond, they all went up the bank quickly.

But before they put on their clothes, the soldiers of Southern Chu had been killed in front of them.

Jiang Shuan rode his horse and stood on the high slope. Standing here, you can see the situation of the whole battlefield clearly.

Two thousand soldiers followed behind him, and aunt Ge was among them. She was wearing armor, pulling the reins with one hand and pressing the knife on her waist. Her eyes were staring at the distant battlefield with an extremely solemn look.

Not only her, but also the other soldiers looked the same.

There is a soldier beating a drum. It is a war drum. The soldiers on the battlefield can judge whether to move forward or backward according to the speed and weight of the drum.

The five thousand Xisha enemies were unprepared when they were attacked. At the beginning of the battle, they fell to the disadvantage. Many people didn't know what was going on. They were killed by the soldiers of Southern Chu in the chaos. After that, they retreated step by step, and the situation showed an inverted trend.

Jiang Shuan made a gesture.

The soldiers who beat the drum understood that this meant accelerating the attack and immediately accelerated the speed of beating the drum.

The dense drums spread out and knocked hard on the hearts of every officer and soldier of Southern Chu. Their blood seemed to burn up, and their hands fell with knives, constantly harvesting the enemy's heads.

The battle lasted only one and a half hours from the beginning to the end.

Five thousand Xisha enemy troops were wiped out.

Most of them were killed by the soldiers of Southern Chu, and only more than 200 people were left alive.

The drums had stopped. Jiang Shuan rode down the high slope, followed by the soldiers.

At this time, the soldiers of Southern Chu were busy cleaning the battlefield.

The most important thing after the war is to count the heads. These heads are the capital for the promotion of military generals. In the eyes of the soldiers, they are glittering military achievements!

They collect all the enemy's heads they killed, and then send them to the military judge for inspection. After confirming that they are correct, they will register them on the record. In the future, when the war is over, they will uniformly submit them to the Ministry of war, and then the Ministry of war will submit them to the emperor, who will reward them according to the records in the War Merit book.

Jiang Shuan is now a Guangwu general from the fourth grade. At this stage, he no longer needs to rely on beheading to make meritorious contributions.

He only needs to take charge of the rear of the town and command the soldiers to rush into battle.

Today, the war was won. As a general, he naturally made the first contribution.

The military judge was so busy that Jiang Shuan sent some personal soldiers to help.

At this time, he saw Jiang Zhongping squatting on the ground retching, so he walked over and asked him what was the matter?

Jiang Zhongping raised his head. His pale face was covered with mottled blood. His eyes were red and looked very embarrassed.

There was a bloody knife beside him.

He choked and said, "I killed..."

Jiang Shuan was surprised: "how many did you kill?"

"One, one," Jiang Zhongping's eyes were full of fear and fear, "I didn't mean to kill. It was the man who had to rush over and yelled what he didn't understand. I had no choice but to chop with a knife. I didn't want to kill..."

Today was his first formal participation in the war. He didn't know what to do. When he saw that everyone around him rushed out, he rushed out with him.

At first he could tell who was who, but later, when the people of South Chu and Xisha got together, he didn't know whether the people around him were enemies or friends.

Blood and flesh splashed everywhere, and screams and shouts of killing came and went.

Jiang Zhongping is like a lamb rushing into a pack of wolves, full of hesitation and anxiety.

He saw the broken bodies on the ground and the screams of those people holding broken arms and legs. He was afraid and wanted to escape, but the military judge stayed behind. As long as someone dared to step back, the military judge would mercilessly pull his bow and shoot arrows, and the person who tried to step back was shot dead on the spot.

A man was less than a foot away from Jiang Zhongping. Half of his head was knocked off. Red and white things splashed on his face and body. The rich bloody smell stimulated his nasal cavity.

Jiang Zhongping collapsed directly. He began to cry, crying and shouting.

"I want to go home!"

A Xisha enemy saw that he was scared to cry. He thought he was a bully and rushed at him with a knife.

Jiang Zhongping's first reaction was to retreat and run away, but then he thought of the cruel means of the military judge and immediately gave up the idea of running away.

Retreat is a dead word, so he has only one choice to move forward.

He bit his teeth, cried and slashed at the enemy with a knife.

He didn't know how long he had cut it. Anyway, when he came back, he had cut the enemy in front of him to pieces.

He looked at the enemy who could not see the human shape in front of him, and looked at the knife with blood in his hand. His stomach surged, squatted on the ground and vomited, vomited and cried.

Jiang Shuan tutted: "only kill one. You're like this. You're too useless."

Jiang Zhongping thought, this one is enough to make him uncomfortable. If he kills more, he will go crazy immediately!

Jiang Shuan said, "if you've vomited up, quickly send your head to the military judge, so that people can register and count your military achievements."

Jiang Zhongping suddenly came to the spirit: "a man's head is also a war merit?"

"Of course."

Hearing that there was merit in the war, Jiang Zhongping wiped his mouth with his sleeve and hurriedly got up from the ground. He endured the feeling of nausea and nausea, cut off the head of the enemy who had long been beyond recognition, and staggered towards the military judge.

After some statistics, in this battle, 5000 enemy bandits in Xisha were killed 4720 people, leaving 282 alive.