In fact, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with carving paths through mountains and building bridges across rivers, chopping firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
As for these two tender-skinned fellows, what kind of treatment could they expect when cooped up every day with hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
Chapter 688