Under the bright moonlight, the biting north wind howled with a piercing whistle across the open wilderness. It caused a few torches to flicker and die, while feeling like countless flying blades slicing against human skin.
"This won't do, young marquis, we'll be court-martialed."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled their necks against the wind, running out from the camp and treading through the thick snow.
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