Ma Dajun never dreamed that one day the Ming army would be defeated on external conditions such as military weapons!

Since the war weapon was established by cannon, war was a shortcut for the generals of the Ming Dynasty to quickly obtain honors and merits.

No one has ever considered failure.

Including Ma Dajun.

"I have not suffered a defeat in more than ten years since I joined the army. This time, I have not even seen what his mother's enemy looks like, so I have lost five thousand elite cavalry, five thousand!"

In the commander's mansion, Ma Dajun was so angry that he smashed all the things he could see in front of his hand, pointing at the cavalry deputy general who was kneeling not far away with a bloody and painful face and scolded him.

"You still have the face to come back, the Southwest Army and my Ma Dajun are all lost to you and Zhou Jinshan!"

It was not sad to die a Zhou Jinshan Ma Dajun, but he lost five thousand athletes' lives and half of the entire cavalry guards were knocked out. The loss almost made Ma Dajun angry. He didn't dare to think about what Zhu Di's expression would have when the army was submitted to the General Staff.

The deputy general looked sad and suddenly pulled out his sword from his waist and wanted to commit suicide. He was kicked over by Ma Dajun.

"What are you doing? If you want to die, you will get out and die on the battlefield. What's the point of dying in front of me like a coward? Isn't it enough to feel embarrassed?"

After scolding again, Ma Dajun waved: "You go down and settle down the army, you will get back this revenge sooner or later."

When the deputy general retreated, Chief of Staff Chen Guang stood up and sighed: "Shuai Ma, we have a responsibility for this defeat."

The military order for the surprise attack on Panipat was under the Ma Dajun, and neither Ma Dajun nor Chen Guang had ever thought that he would meet the army of the Timur Khanate in Panipat. Both of them subconsciously believed that the energy of the Timur Khanate was tied to the Chagatai battlefield and they were unable to take care of India.

But how can command wars allow individual subjective ideas to influence their judgment of the entire situation?

Timur's army may not come, but the Ming Dynasty must not be guarded!

Ma Dajun remained silent. He knew who should really be responsible for the responsibility for this defeat.

"Now the commander of the cavalry guard, Zhou Jinshan, has been killed in battle. He has fulfilled his duties and mission as a general of the Ming Dynasty. We must make him die more decent."

Chen Guang said: "I will make a truthful statement in the military newspaper to the General Staff."

As long as Ma Daju and Chen Guang were willing to take responsibility, Zhou Jinshan, who died in battle, would be more decent in the subsequent posthumous victory, rather than being in the coffin with the shame of a defeated general.

"Well, write it truthfully."

Ma Dajun nodded, and then gritted his teeth.

"I didn't go to beat them. They came first. I dare to make trouble on Tai Sui's head. I think they don't want to live anymore."

Five thousand people dared to pick up the tiger's beards of the horse army.

Is it enough for hundreds of heavy artillery bombings in one round?

"The situation of the war has changed now, so we can't rashly go north to leave Delhi."

What is known now is five thousand armored cavalry. No one knows whether the Timur Khanate will invest more troops in the future. The Ma army dared not command it at will. He put his heart on his mind and said to Chen Guang.

"Our army is left with you to command and stay in Delhi. I personally bring a hundred thousand elite troops to lead the artillery formation north."

"Yes, yes."

Chen Guang nodded: "Our army has the advantage of military strength, so we should naturally defeat the Qi with the right hand. No matter whether it is an elite force or an attack on Delhi, we are destined to return in vain."

"I will sooner or later in the battle to Samarkand and slaughter the whole city and avenge today's revenge."

Before leaving, Ma Dajun looked to the northwest and said viciously.

"Get out!"

The army was operating, carrying artillery arrays and supplies, and within two hundred miles of distance, the central army of Ma Dajun finally arrived for nearly three days. When he arrived, he saw only an empty city of Panipat and the shocking corpse of his comrades outside the city!

"Have you found Zhou Jinshan?"

Ma Dajun roared among the corpses everywhere with his eyes blowing fire.

"Look, found."

A weak response made Ma Dajun turn his head, but the scene he saw made him feel heartbroken.

What is found is just a corpse wearing the armor of a commander-level general, whose head is gone.

"Okay, okay."

Bent down, Ma Dajun took off the broken armor from the corpse and laughed furiously.

"I want to fight with me in the Ming Dynasty. I will help you, and I will help you if I like my head.

He sent ten thousand people to escort the bodies of heroes back to Delhi. The rest of them followed me to continue northward. From the beginning of entering the territory of Timur Khanate, there were no chickens and dogs along the way, no matter whether they were male or female or young, they all owed their heads. When they arrived at Isgreen Fort, I would build Jingguan!”

Back then, a 30,000-person Jingguan in Shunzhou won the title of a powerful general for the Ma Dajun. Zhang Puer slaughtered dozens of cities in a row, and millions of undead made him a complete butcher.

In Nanjing two years, Ma Dajun had already been well-educated, but Zhou Jinshan's death once again made him angry.

Since ancient times, it has been said that what kind of commander should lead the kind of soldiers. In the early years, in the Ming Dynasty's border army system, the strongest combat effectiveness was the King of Yan, who was brought out by Zhu Di, but at present, the most brave and cold-blooded one is definitely the Southwest Army that Ma Dajun took over more than ten years.

This Yunnan border army, which was formed by the former expansion of the mountain army as its backbone, fought from Annan to Delhi. It can be said that all officers with more than a hundred households had participated in the city massacre at least twice!

Killing became the whole of this army.

A strong army of tigers and wolves is a strong combat power. If it is supplemented with excellent armor and weapons, or even powerful heavy artillery gunpowder, it is definitely not a simple arithmetic problem like one plus one.

There was almost no decent resistance along the way. The Ma army led his troops straight in. After only ten days of travel, he arrived at the destination of this trip:

Isgreen Castle.

From afar, Ma Dajun saw the Timur Khan flag flying high above the city.

Those three strange and unpredictable red circles.

"Pretending to be a ghost, pretending to be mysterious."

Ma Dajun sneered and turned his head: "Camp and build a capital temple!"

The nearly 50,000 heads collected along the road were the meeting gifts brought by Ma Dajun on this trip.

The heads of Jingguan rose from the ground outside the Isgreen Fortress, and the flowing blood gathered into a stream, making the land tens of miles outside the city red. With the cold and desolate military force, the world where the Isgreen Fortress is located is as terrifying as hell.

Above the city, there was a sudden roar that pierced the sky and a wounded howling of wild beasts.

"Shot this letter."

Ma Dajun said coldly: "As long as they surrender, I can consider killing all of them and these prisoners, and the city will not be slaughtered."

There are still people in the world who persuade them to surrender like this.

The personal soldiers laughed, but they knew it in their hearts.
Chapter completed!