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, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up camp.
And what could be expected of these two soft, pampered fellows living alongside hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Unquestionably, they bore the heaviest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the harshest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
Chapter 891