"Give it to me."
Qin Hu was only sixteen years old this year and served as Qin Hu's personal page. He was frail and sickly, worn down by torment to the point where he looked like he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. Over the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles a day. Their duties consisted of clearing paths through mountains and building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, cooking, digging trenches, hauling water, and setting up camp.
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