Under the bright moonlight, a harsh, howling north wind swept across the empty plain, making several torches flicker uncertainly as it cut like countless flying blades against people's skin.
"This won't do, Young Marquis! We'll be court-martialed."
Cowering and hunching their shoulders against the wind, Qin Hu and Qin An ran out from the camp, splashing forward through the heavy snow.
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