Under the bright moonlight, a biting northern wind swept across the open wilderness with a piercing whistle, making several torches flicker unsteadily while cutting at people's skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't do this, Young Marquis! We'll be punished by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled together, hunching their shoulders against the wind as they ran out from the encampment and trudged forward through the deep snow.
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