In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, performing tasks such as clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
As for the two delicate, soft-skinned fellows, what kind of situation would they face cooped up every day with hundreds of burly, rough-hewn soldiers?
Without a doubt, they would draw the hardest labor, eat the worst food, suffer the cruelest beatings, and endure the greatest humiliation...
Chapter 991