Qin Hu was actually not much better off. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing mountain paths and bridging rivers, gathering firewood and stoking fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching encampments.
And what could possibly happen to these two soft, delicate young men when forced to live alongside several hundred rough, brawny soldiers every single day?
Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, ate the poorest food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
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