Under the brilliant moonlight, the biting north wind swept across the open wilderness with a harsh whistling sound, its gusts making the few torches flicker unsteadily while cutting against human skin like countless flying blades.
"We can't do that, Young Marquis! We'll be punished by military law."
Crouching and huddling against the wind, Qin Hu and Qin An ran out from the camp, stepping forward through the thick, heavy snow.
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