In truth, Qin Hu was not in much better shape. Over the past few days, the Vanguard Camp had been marching thirty miles daily, tasked with clearing mountain paths and bridging rivers, gathering firewood and stoking fires, digging trenches, hauling water, and pitching camps.
And what could possibly happen when two pampered, delicate fellows were left to spend every single day among hundreds of rough-hewn, foul-mouthed grunts?
Undoubtedly, they pulled the heaviest labor, ate the worst food, suffered the harshest beatings, and swallowed the deepest indignities...
Chapter 463