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The Qinghe Army and the Dynasty Army fought fiercely in Qingyang Prefecture, with blood flowing like a river, and both sides were in a mess.

The Dynasty Guards, who claimed to be an elite force, were beaten to a pulp by Chen Ziang. In just a few days, they suffered more than 10,000 casualties and the camp was full of wounded soldiers. Chen Ziang and his men also suffered heavy losses, and the camp became a leaky sieve with holes everywhere.

However, the walls of the camp that were damaged by the fighting during the day would be repaired magically the next day, becoming a roadblock to the Dynasty Guards.

The Dynasty Guards were still full of fighting spirit on the first day, howling and trying to sweep Chen Ziang's troops and win a generous reward.

However, they underestimated the fierce fighting power of Chen Ziang's troops. After several days of hard fighting, the Dynasty Guards were no longer as high-spirited as before.

On the tree trunks outside the city, countless heads of the Dynasty Guards swayed in the wind, and the smell of blood attracted a large number of mosquitoes and vultures.

These heads belonged to the deserters and officers who were not good at fighting in the Imperial Guards. The Fourth Prince ordered them to be beheaded and displayed to the public. They were hung here to warn the rest of the troops.

Although the Fourth Prince used thunderous means to intimidate the troops who were not good at fighting, their attack still made no progress.

The exhausted soldiers of the Imperial Guards of the Dynasty became numb. Their eyes were empty, and they were eager to escape from this damn battlefield of flesh and blood.

But every time the drums sounded, they had to regroup and then charge with swords.

Every time they had countless people die beside the wall of the village, and countless people became lonely ghosts.

The Imperial Guards of the Dynasty originally looked down on the Qinghe Army, thinking that they were just a group of rabble.

But after a series of bloody battles, they no longer looked down on the Qinghe Army, and even feared these resolute enemies like stones.

The war in Qingyang Prefecture fell into a state of anxiety, and the Imperial Guards of the Dynasty and the Black Cavalry launched new attacks every day.

But their attacks were no longer as fierce as before, and the exhausted soldiers had no strength.

The Fourth Prince was now in a dilemma. Facing Chen Ziang and his men, he was very upset, but he could do nothing.

The huge casualties made the Fourth Prince very distressed. When faced with the generals' request to rest and fight again, the Fourth Prince coldly rejected it.

"The rebel army is also in a difficult situation. As long as we continue to attack, we will be able to defeat them!"

If he stops attacking now, all his previous efforts will be in vain, which is not what the Fourth Prince wants to see.

Moreover, countless eyes in the court are staring at him. If he cannot wipe out the Qinghe Uprising Army, then his position as commander will be in jeopardy. Now the

Fourth Prince has regretted it a little. If he had known that Chen Ziang and his men were so strong, he should have eliminated them on their way to Qingyang Prefecture.

But there is no regret medicine in the world. His command mistakes have led to the current situation. Even if there are heavy casualties, he can only bite the bullet and continue. The battle continued.

The Fourth Prince was in a very bad mood. The Royal Guards and the Black Cavalry were also exhausted and had lost their previous fighting spirit.

The situation of Chen Ziang and his men was not much better. Although they were defending, their casualties were much greater than those of the Royal Army.

Many of the casualties were caused by arrows. Facing the overwhelming rain of arrows from the Royal Army, it was difficult to defend effectively in the narrow camp.

Chen Ziang and his men had been fighting on the move. They relied on captured arrows, so they were no match for the Royal Army.

Fortunately, each unit took turns to defend and fight. In the bloody battles, each unit The fighting power was also rising.

Chen Ziang and his men had taken advantage of the noisy fighting to send people to dig tunnels day and night.

Now their camp has been connected to the city of Qingyang Prefecture, and both sides can support each other at any time, but the dynasty army seemed unaware.

When the battle in Qingyang Prefecture was in a stalemate, on the official road north of the province, a huge grain transport convoy was marching under the scorching sun.

The horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts were loaded with military rations, which would be transported to the dynasty army camp on the front line of Qingyang Prefecture for military supplies.

All the food and fodder for Chen Ziang and his men were Relying on the spoils, especially the large amount of food and grass seized from the provincial capital, is an important force to support their continued fighting.

The territory of Qinghe Province has been destroyed, so the military rations of the Dynasty Army need to be transported from the neighboring Jingji Province. The

Dynasty Army has a large number of troops on the front line, so the daily consumption of food and grass is also an astronomical figure.

Therefore, on the official road in the rear, there are grain transport teams that continuously transport food to the front line every day.

The ones responsible for escorting the grain and grass are not the field troops of the Dynasty Army, but the local garrison drawn from the Jingji Province.

"Hurry, speed up!"

Escorting food and fodder to the dangerous front line in such hot weather is a tough job, so the garrison officer was in a bad mood and just wanted to finish the job as soon as possible.

"Sir, the weather is too hot, why don't you find a cool place to rest?"

Seeing the sweaty civilians struggling to move forward, a garrison soldier wiped the sweat from his forehead and wanted to find a place to rest.

"Take a break!"

The garrison officer couldn't help cursing,"If you delay, you will lose your head!"

""Stop dawdling, anyone who dares to be lazy, don't blame me for being rude!"

The garrison officer rode his horse to the side of the grain transport team and shouted loudly.

The civilians responsible for transporting grain were sweating profusely. Although they were full of complaints, they dared not speak out in front of the garrison soldiers who were dressed in armor and armed to the teeth.

Under the constant urging of the garrison officer, the grain transport team soon arrived at a three-way intersection.

Next to several large trees next to the three-way intersection, a tea shed was built under the cool shade of the trees.

More than a dozen soldiers were sitting in the tea shed with their sleeves rolled up and drinking tea. Seeing the mighty convoy in the distance, the eyes of these soldiers became sharp.

Behind the barricades at the three-way intersection, a team of soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Dynasty Provincial Guard were also guarding this checkpoint.

Seeing these soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Provincial Guard, the officer in charge of escorting the grain and grass looked hesitant.

Because when he escorted the grain and grass last time, this place was empty, and there was no checkpoint.

"Go ask why there is a checkpoint here all of a sudden.

The officer was very alert and sent a cavalryman to ask.

Soon, the cavalryman came back on horseback.

"Sir, they are from the 5,000-man Qinghe Provincial Guard. They have been ordered to set up a checkpoint here to check passers-by and prevent thieves from crossing the border."

When the officer from the Gyeonggi Province heard that the other party was from the Qinghe Provincial Guard, his tense expression eased.

The guard force is also a mobile combat force within a province, one level higher than the local garrison.

However, the Qinghe Provincial Guard suffered heavy losses in the battle with the rebels, and now only a few remnants are left.

Seeing these previously arrogant guard soldiers being sent to guard the checkpoints, the garrison officer in charge of transporting grain and grass felt refreshed.

It's really a matter of time. The high and mighty provincial guards will also be reduced to guarding the checkpoints. You know, these hard work is usually done by their garrison.