Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Being frail and already worn down by endless torment, he looked as though he were hanging on by a single breath.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camp.
What kind of situation would two tenderly raised young men face when thrown in with hundreds of rough, burly soldiers day after day?
Chapter 444