In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing mountain paths and bridging rivers, chopping firewood and stoking fires, digging trenches and fetching water, and pitching encampments.
What could possibly become of these two delicate, pampered youths living among hundreds of rough-hewn, brawny soldiers?
They undoubtedly drew the most grueling labor, the worst meals, the harshest beatings, and the greatest grievances...
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