In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, chopping firewood, hauling water, digging trenches, and pitching camp.
And what would happen to these two soft, pampered fellows spending every day surrounded by hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they would draw the hardest labor, eat the worst food, suffer the harshest beatings, and endure the greatest humiliation...
Chapter 467