Actually, 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.
As for those two delicate, pampered young fellows, what kind of treatment could they expect when forced to spend every day among hundreds of rough-hewn, foul-mouthed soldiers?
Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the harshest beatings, and endured the most abuse...
Chapter 1077