"Give it to me."
Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. He was very frail, already worn down to the point of exhaustion, and looked as though he had only one breath left in him.
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 mountain paths, building bridges across rivers, gathering firewood, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
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