Qin An was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. Being very thin and frail, he had long since reached the limit of his endurance, looking 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. Their duties consisted of clearing mountain paths, building bridges across rivers, gathering firewood, stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and constructing camps.
What fate awaited two delicate youths forced to live among several hundred rough, brawny soldiers?
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