Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. He was very frail and already worn out by the torment, looking as though he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in little better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had marched thirty miles every day, performing tasks such as clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
And what kind of situation awaited these two delicate fellows, forced to spend every day among hundreds of rough-and-tumble soldiers?
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