Actually, Qin Hu was not much better off. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles a day, performing grueling tasks: clearing paths through mountains and building bridges across rivers, cutting firewood and stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up camp.
What kind of situation would these two tenderly raised fellows face every day, living among hundreds of rough-and-tumble grunts?
Undoubtedly, they did the hardest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the cruelest beatings, and endured the greatest grievances...
Chapter 358