Chapter 688

In fact, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion had marched thirty miles daily, tasked with carving paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up encampments. What kind of situation would two tenderly raised fellows face every day, trapped among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers? Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...