Actually, Qin Hu was not in much better shape himself. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty li a day, and their daily tasks consisted of clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camp.
As for those two delicate, tender-skinned fellows, what kind of treatment could they expect when forced to spend every day among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, it meant doing the most exhausting labor, eating the worst food, suffering the most brutal beatings, and swallowing the deepest grievances...
Chapter 531