Actually, Qin Hu was in no better shape himself. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
And what could two tender-skinned fellows expect when cooped up every day with several hundred rough-hewn, brawny soldiers?
They undoubtedly pulled the heaviest labor, ate the coarsest food, suffered the harshest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
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