Qin An is only sixteen this year. As Qin Hu’s personal attendant, he is frail and weak, already worn down to the point where he seems to have only one breath left.
In truth, Qin Hu is not much better off. For the past several days, the Vanguard Battalion has been marching thirty miles a day. Their duties consist of clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, cooking meals, digging ditches, hauling water, and constructing camps.
What would happen to these two soft, pampered individuals forced to spend every day among hundreds of burly, rough-hewn soldiers?
Chapter 888