Under the bright moonlight, a harsh north wind with a piercing whistle swept across the open wilderness, making the torches flicker unsteadily and cutting against human skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't do that, Young Marquis, or we'll be executed by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An walked out of the camp, shrinking from the cold against the wind, stepping forward through the deep snow.
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