Under the bright moonlight, the biting north wind swept across the open wilderness with a piercing whistle, making the torches flicker unsteadily while cutting at people's skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't do that, Young Marquis, or we'll face military execution."
Qin Hu and Qin An walked out of the camp, shrinking from the wind and stumbling forward through the deep snow.
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