Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Being frail and sickly, he could no longer endure the torture and looked as though he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, performing grueling tasks such as clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camp.
What kind of situation would two tender-skinned lads face every day when cooped up with hundreds of rough-and-tumble soldiers?
Chapter 516