Under the bright moonlight, the biting north wind swept across the open wilderness with a harsh, whistling sound, making the few torches flicker unsteadily as it cut across human skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't do that, young marquess, or we'll be court-martialed."
Crouching and shrinking against the wind, Qin Hu and Qin An ran out from the military camp, their boots crunching through the thick snow as they pressed forward.
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