Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. He was very frail, already worn down to the point of exhaustion, and looked as though he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in little better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, performing grueling tasks such as clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching encampments.
What could possibly happen when two pampered, delicate fellows like them were thrown together with several hundred rough-and-tumble soldiers?
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