Under the bright moonlight, a harsh north wind with a piercing whistle swept across the open wilderness, making the torches flicker unsteadily and cutting against people's skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't do this, young marquis. We'll be punished by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled against the wind, running forward from the camp and treading through the thick snow.
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