Qin An is only sixteen years old this year. As the personal attendant to Qin Hu, he is frail and thin, already worn down by torture to the point where he seems to have only one breath of life left.
In truth, Qin Hu is not much better off. For the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion has been marching thirty miles a day. Their duties are endless: clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, chopping firewood, digging trenches, carrying water, and erecting camp fortifications.
What kind of situation would these two soft, pampered youngsters find themselves in, living day after day alongside hundreds of burly, rough soldiers?
Chapter 888