Actually, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up encampments.
What kind of situation would those two tender-skinned fellows face every day, stuck among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
They undoubtedly had to do the hardest labor, eat the worst food, suffer the harshest beatings, and endure the greatest humiliation...
Chapter 522