Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. He was very frail, already worn out by the torment, and looked on the verge of breathing his last.
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, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
And what kind of situation would these two pampered, tender youths face every day, cooped up with hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
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