Under the bright moonlight, the fierce north wind swept across the desolate fields with a harsh whistling sound, causing the few torches to flicker between life and death as they cut at human skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't do that, young marquis. We'll be dealt with by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled together against the wind, running out from the encampment and trudging forward through the deep snow.
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