Actually, Qin Hu was not in much better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles a day, performing tasks such as clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
And what would happen to these two tender-skinned fellows when forced to spend every day among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they had to do the most exhausting work, eat the worst food, suffer the most brutal beatings, and swallow the worst grievances...
Chapter 787