Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Being frail and sickly, he could barely withstand the relentless torment and now looked as though he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in little 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, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
What kind of treatment would two pampered, soft-skinned young men receive living alongside hundreds of rough, boorish soldiers every day?
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