Under the brilliant moonlight, the harsh northern wind whistled shrilly as it swept across the open plains, causing the few torches to flicker between life and death, their light cutting against skin like a thousand flying knives.
"We can't, Young Master. We’ll be punished by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled against the wind, stumbling out of the camp and running forward, their feet crunching through the thick snow. The frail Qin An wasn't paying attention and was knocked over by a fierce gust of wind.
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