Under the bright moonlight, a harsh north wind with a shrill whistle swept across the open wilderness, making the torches flicker between bright and dim, while cutting against people's skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't, Young Marquis! We'll be punished by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An shrank their necks and pushed against the wind, running out of the camp and stepping forward through the heavy snow.
Chapter 555