In truth, Qin Hu was not much better off. 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 setting up camp.
And what would happen when these two delicate, soft-skinned fellows were thrown in with hundreds of rough-hewn, foul-mouthed soldiers every day?
Undoubtedly, they pulled the hardest labor, ate the worst food, took the most vicious beatings, and suffered the worst torment.
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