Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Being frail and sickly, he could no longer endure the torment and looked as though he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with cutting paths through mountains and building bridges across rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
What kind of situation would these two tenderly raised young men face every day while trapped among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Chapter 704