Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Being very thin and frail, he was already worn out from the torment, looking as though he had only one breath left in him.
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 roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and setting up camp.
What kind of situation would two delicate, pampered young men face when thrown in with hundreds of rough, burly soldiers every day?
Chapter 574