Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Naturally frail, he was already worn to the bone by the relentless torment, looking as though he had only a single 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, their duties consisting of clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching encampments.
What fate awaited two tender-skinned youths forced to live among hundreds of rough, heavy-handed soldiers day in and day out?
Chapter 364