In fact, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing mountain paths, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
As for these two tender, pampered fellows, what kind of situation awaited them day after day among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
They undoubtedly pulled the heaviest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the harshest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
Chapter 688