Under the bright moonlight, a biting north wind swept across the desolate plain with a harsh, whistling sound. It made the a few torches flicker uncertainly, feeling like countless flying blades cutting against human skin.
"This won't do, Young Marquis! We'll be executed by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled their necks in, braving the wind as they ran out from the camp, treading heavily through the thick snow.
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