Actually, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with carving paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
As for those two delicate young fellows, what kind of treatment could they expect when cooped up with hundreds of rough-hewn soldiers every single day?
They undoubtedly shouldered the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the most grievances...
Chapter 882