In truth, Qin Hu was not faring much better. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing mountain paths, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
And what could possibly happen to these two soft, delicate fellows when forced to live among hundreds of rough, burly soldiers day in and day out?
They undoubtedly endured the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and swallowed the deepest grievances...
Chapter 577