Actually, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with carving paths through mountains and building bridges across rivers, cutting firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and setting up camp.
As for these two tender-skinned fellows, what kind of treatment could they expect while spending every day among hundreds of rough-hewn, burly soldiers?
They undoubtedly endured the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the harshest beatings, and swallowed the deepest grievances...
Chapter 384