Actually, Qin Hu was in no better shape himself. 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 setting up camp.
What kind of treatment would two tender, delicate young men face when thrown in with hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
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