Under the bright moonlight, a harsh north wind with a shrill whistle swept across the open wilderness, making several torches flicker unsteadily as it cut across people's skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't do that, Young Marquis, or we'll face military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An walked out of the camp, shrinking from the wind and running forward through the deep snow.
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