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 pitching tents.
What kind of life could these two delicate, pampered fellows expect while surrounded by several hundred rough, foul-mouthed soldiers every day?
Undoubtedly, they pulled the heaviest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the harshest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
Chapter 641