Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Extremely frail and long worn down by torture, he looked as though he had only one 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 every day, performing tasks such as clearing paths through mountains, building bridges across rivers, cutting firewood, kindling fires, digging trenches, carrying water, and erecting encampments.
What kind of situation would these two soft, pampered fellows face day in and day out, surrounded by several hundred rough, burly soldiers?
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