Under the bright moonlight, the biting north wind swept across the barren fields with a piercing whistle, making the torches flicker unsteadily and cutting against human skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't do that, young marquess! We'll be punished by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled against the wind, running out from the camp and wading forward through the thick snow.
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