In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing mountain paths, building bridges across rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
And what could two tender, pampered fellows expect when cooped up every day with hundreds of crude, rough-hewn soldiers?
Unquestionably, they would draw the hardest labor, eat the poorest food, suffer the most brutal beatings, and swallow the deepest grievances...
Chapter 985