Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Being frail and sickly, he could no longer endure the torment and looked as though he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing roads through mountains, building bridges across rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching tents.
What kind of situation would these two soft, delicate fellows face every day mixed in with hundreds of rough-hewn, brawny troopers?
Chapter 704