C631 A Torn Cloth Armor(1)

In a tent where the fodder of war horses was stored, Qian Xiaopang was lying in a pile of hay in his tattered shirt, sleeping soundly.

If one looked carefully at him, they would be able to see that this guy seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Sigh... How could he not be skinny? First he was whipped by someone and ran for five kilometers, and then he was on the horse for an entire day