"Qin An is only sixteen years old this year, and as Qin Hu's personal page, he is frail and emaciated. He has long since been pushed to his limit and looks as though he has 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 clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
And what would happen when two delicate, pampered young men were thrown together with several hundred rough, brawny soldiers?
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