In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, chopping firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
And what would become of these two delicate, pampered fellows cooped up with hundreds of rough-hewn soldiers every single day?
Without a doubt, they pulled the heaviest labor, ate the worst food, took the harshest beatings, and suffered the most abuse...
Chapter 565