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 mountain paths and bridging rivers, chopping firewood, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching encampments.
What kind of treatment would these two pampered young men receive, forced to live alongside hundreds of rough-hewn, foul-mouthed grunts day in and day out?
Undoubtedly, they pulled the heaviest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the greatest humiliation.
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