Even Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing mountain paths, building bridges across rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
As for those two delicate, pampered fellows, what kind of treatment could they possibly expect while cooped up every day with hundreds of rough, boorish soldiers?
Undoubtedly, they got the hardest labor, the worst food, the harshest beatings, and the deepest grievances...
Chapter 688