Actually, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching tents.
What kind of treatment would two tender-skinned fellows face, cooped up every day with hundreds of rough-hewn, foul-mouthed soldiers?
Undoubtedly, they pulled the hardest labor, ate the worst food, took the cruelest beatings, and suffered the deepest grievances...
Chapter 891