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 paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, tending fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and setting up camp.
What kind of situation would two tenderly raised young men face every day among hundreds of rough, boorish soldiers?
Undoubtedly, they did the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
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