Actually, 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 in the mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up camp.
As for those two soft, pampered fellows, what kind of treatment could they expect when forced to spend every day among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they drew the hardest labor, the worst food, the harshest beatings, and the greatest grievances.
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