In truth, Qin Hu was in no better position. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion had been marching thirty miles a day, tasked with clearing roads in the mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
As for these two delicate fellows, what kind of situation would they face spending every day with hundreds of rough-hewn soldiers?
Without a doubt, they had to do the hardest labor, eat the worst food, suffer the cruelest beatings, and endure the greatest humiliation...
Chapter 891