Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Being frail and sickly, he could barely withstand the relentless torment and now looked as though he were on his last breath.
In truth, Qin Hu was in little better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion had marched thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing mountain paths, building bridges across rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching encampments.
What kind of fate awaited two tender youths thrown in among hundreds of rough, brawny soldiers?
Chapter 704