Qin An, only sixteen this year, was Qin Hu’s personal attendant. Frail and weak, he was already at his breaking point, looking as though he had only a single breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was not much better off. For the past few days, the vanguard battalion had been marching thirty miles a day. Their duties consisted of clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, chopping wood for fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up camp.
What kind of situation would these two soft, pampered youngsters find themselves in, surrounded by hundreds of rough-hewn soldiers?
Chapter 917