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, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
As for the two delicate, soft-skinned young men, what kind of treatment could they expect when cooped up every day with hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, ate the worst food, took the cruelest beatings, and suffered the most abuse...
Chapter 790