“Young Marquis, please get up quickly, it's our turn to patrol."

"Where am I?"

Qin Hu sat up groggily, feeling a chill on his body. The wind was howling outside, and he felt a sudden sense of strangeness.

"Oh, Young Marquis, why are you so confused? We're in the military camp. It's our turn to stand guard. If we don't get up, we'll be punished according to military law. Even the old Marquis can't protect you now."

"What?"

Qin Hu opened his eyes and saw that he was in a tent. In front of him was a soldier in leather armor.

Just as he was about to ask something, a splitting headache struck him, and a huge stream of information flooded his mind. A few seconds later, he realized that he had transmigrated.

He had transmigrated from a modern special forces soldier into a young marquis also named Qin Hu, the leader of the seven notorious young masters of the capital!

The era, called the Great Yu Dynasty, didn't exist in history at all.

Qin Hu's ancestor was one of the four dukes and twenty-eight marquises who founded the Great Yu. Three months ago, his father died of illness, and Qin Hu inherited the title, becoming the new Champion Marquis.

Qin Hu had been spoiled by his parents since he was a child. He didn't like to study or practice martial arts, only to play, eat, drink, and be wantonly in the capital.

When he grew up, his family wanted him to settle down, so they arranged a marriage for him. The woman was the eldest daughter of the Duke of Chen, named Chen Ruoli, a famous lady, beautiful and intelligent.

This Qin Hu was vicious to everyone else, but he was obedient to this beautiful fiancée, treating her like a treasure.

But the problem arose with this childhood sweetheart, Miss Chen.

According to Qin Hu's memory, that day he took his fiancée to the palace to pay respects to the current Chang'an Princess. The Princess and Chen Ruoli were childhood friends, so she arranged a banquet.

But later, Qin Hu drank too much and passed out. When he woke up, he was already in the inner guard's prison. He was told that he had drunkenly molested the princess and intended to commit an outrage.

Even more bizarre was what followed: Chen Ruoli actually wrote a memorial impeaching her fiancé, Qin Hu, for seventy-two illegal acts, each with evidence.

Qin Hu felt as if he had been struck by lightning and couldn't believe his ears...

The imperial decree soon came down. Considering Qin Hu's ancestor's merits, he was spared the death penalty, but the living penalty was unavoidable. He was sent to Youzhou to serve in the military, retaining his title to observe his future performance.

But after arriving in Youzhou, he was quickly assigned to the front line—to be used in front of the vanguard camp.

After these things flashed through Qin Hu's mind, he basically understood that this should be a trap.

Because the Duke of Chen had long wanted to break off the engagement with him.

The Qin and Chen families were originally a political marriage. Both families wanted to become stronger and bigger, but the later Qin Hu, in addition to being a wastrel, was almost useless. It could be said that he had disgraced the Champion Marquis Mansion.

It should be known that generations of Champion Marquises were heroic figures with unparalleled influence in the military, but in this generation, there was a good-for-nothing who had never been on the battlefield.

When the old Marquis was alive, the Duke of Chen still gave him face, but when the old Marquis died, the Duke of Chen turned ruthless and staged a scene of breaking off the engagement at the mourning hall.

But Qin Hu deeply loved Chen Ruoli and refused to agree, while Chen Ruoli had long been disgusted with this evil young master.

Thus, a disaster descended!

As for the Chang'an Princess, it was even simpler. She was the cousin of Qin Hu's cousin. As long as Qin Hu died, the vast fortune of the Champion Marquis Mansion would naturally fall into the hands of this cousin.

These forces, each taking what they needed, colluded with each other and quickly united...

As expected, entering the Marquis's mansion was like entering the deep sea. There were really many people who wanted him dead.

"Qin An, do you think we can find a place to take shelter from the wind?"

Under the bright moonlight, the rough north wind carried a harsh whistling sound, swept across the empty wilderness, blowing the torches flickering, and cutting people's skin like countless flying knives.

"It won't work, Young Marquis, we'll be punished according to military law."

Qin Hu and Qin An shrank their heads and ran out of the camp against the wind, stepping on the thick snow.

The thin Qin An was accidentally overturned by the strong wind.

Two sentries who were changing shifts saw them come out, smiled at each other, scooped up two handfuls of snow and extinguished the campfire for warmth, and then crawled into the tent.

Damn, even the soldiers have been bribed. They want to freeze me to death!

This was a very small camp, with about twenty tents, surrounded by carriages. The outer perimeter didn't even have chevaux-de-frise or deer antlers arranged. The surrounding terrain was flat, with no defenses to hold. It was clear that they didn't intend to be stationed there for long.

According to Qin Hu's memories from his previous life, about two hundred people were stationed here. They were the vanguard camp of Li Qin, the General Conquering the North of the Yu Dynasty.

And the target of Li Qin's 20,000-strong army this time was the Yu Dynasty's long-time enemy on the border, the Kingdom of Liaodong.

"Cough cough, Young Marquis, do you think we can go back alive?" Qin An curled up on the snow, his lips and face were blue, and he spoke weakly, as if he would die at any moment.

Qin Hu sighed in his heart. Qin An was purely implicated by him. If things continued to develop like this, the two of them would definitely die.

Those who wanted him dead didn't finish him off in the court, so they used underhanded methods and black hands in the military camp, trying to kill him.

But Qin Hu was definitely not a person who would sit still and wait for death. This was obviously a frame-up, and he couldn't let it go.

Life was an endless struggle for survival. Just wait, not only would he survive, but he would also kill his way back to the capital and settle accounts with them.

"Qin An, how many silver notes did we bring when we left?"

"There are no silver notes, I only have twenty taels of silver on me. The imperial decree said that we were exiled to the army, and our family property was confiscated."

Qin An was only 16 years old this year. He was Qin Hu's personal servant, very thin and weak, and had already been tortured beyond recognition. He looked like he only had one breath left.

Actually, Qin Hu wasn't much better. These days, the vanguard camp marched 30 *li* every day, and the work they did was to open roads in the mountains, build bridges over water, chop firewood, make fires, dig ditches, carry water, and build camps.

And what would happen to these two delicate guys, staying with hundreds of burly soldiers every day?

They must be doing the hardest work, eating the worst food, being beaten the most viciously, and suffering the most anger...

Qin Hu estimated that his predecessor might have been tortured to death.

It could be considered that he deserved it.

But he had to bear this suffering now. If he couldn't bear it, he would also die.

"Give it to me."

Qin Hu had made up his mind. He had to find a way to save Qin An's life first, and then think of other ways.

Saving his life was not difficult. The simplest way was to bribe. As the saying goes, money can move gods. Although this method was primitive, it always worked.

But in this situation, it was impossible for him to bribe high officials, because no one dared to get involved with him. Besides, he didn't have any money.

So he thought of someone in his mind, Centurion Li Xiaokun.

That was the current leader of the vanguard camp.