Qin An was only sixteen years old. As Qin Hu’s personal page, he was frail and thin, and having long since been pushed to his limit by the abuse, he looked as if he were on his last breath.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better state. For the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily. Their duties were grueling: carving paths through mountains, building bridges over water, chopping firewood, digging trenches, fetching water, and setting up camp.
What kind of situation would two pampered, soft-skinned young men face when thrown in with hundreds of rough-hewn, burly soldiers? Naturally, they were forced to do the most backbreaking labor, eat the worst food, suffer the harshest beatings, and swallow the greatest indignities. Qin Hu surmised that his predecessor had likely been tortured to death. In a way, he had deserved it. But now, the burden of this suffering fell to him, and if he couldn't shoulder it, he would die too.
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