In truth, Qin Hu was little better off himself. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion had marched thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and setting up camp.
What could possibly become of two tender-skinned fellows forced to spend every day among hundreds of rough, boorish grunts?
Without a doubt, they would pull the heaviest labor, eat the worst food, endure the harshest beatings, and swallow the deepest grievances...
Chapter 458