In fact, Qin Hu was not much better off. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles a day, tasked with clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over rivers, cutting firewood and making fires, digging trenches, fetching water, and pitching camps.
And what would happen to these two soft, delicate fellows spending every day with hundreds of rough-hewn, burly soldiers?
Naturally, they would do the hardest labor, eat the worst food, suffer the most brutal beatings, and endure the worst treatment...
Chapter 580