Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Naturally frail and already worn down by the harsh treatment, he looked as though he was on his last breath.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard battalion had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
What kind of ordeal was it for these two pampered youths to spend every single day surrounded by several hundred rough, boorish soldiers?
Chapter 888