Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Naturally frail and delicate, he was already worn to the bone from endless torment, appearing 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, shouldering tasks such as clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching encampments.
What fate awaited two tender-skinned, pampered youths forced to live among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers day in and day out?
Chapter 574