Eight of the ten battalion commander positions had already been settled. Everyone knew it.
Only two positions remained, and the only ones who could compete with him, Gao Zhe, were Tian Chang, Wen Lianmu, and Lei Zhangan. As for prodigies from outside Qi, he had not even considered them.
This sudden war seemed to be raging on a grand scale, but at its core, it was merely a clash between the younger generations of Qi and Jing. Both sides wanted to test the other's mettle, but neither wanted to escalate the conflict.
If hegemonic nations fought with all their might, countries like Xiang and Xu would likely be reduced to ruins.
So from the perspective of Xiang and Xu, they would rather stand in for the hegemonic nations and fight this battle themselves. At least afterward, they could expect compensation from those powers.
When weighing two evils, one had no choice but to choose.
That was how the current situation had come about: the prodigies of Qi and Jing had gathered at Star Moon Plain, where they shone like a host of stars vying for brilliance.
That was also why Yu Que, commander of the Dou'e Army, merely observed the omens at Wanhe Temple and did not come to the battlefield at Star Moon Plain. It reflected this very attitude: his show of force was directed at the world, not at Qi.
The other states gathered at Star Moon Plain were nothing more than cheerleaders for Qi and Jing.
With Bao Bozhao and the other seven sitting back and watching, Gao Zhe thought that if he spoke up first, everyone would likely do him a favor and secure him one of the positions.
After all, he, Gao Zhe, was one of the few young noblemen from a Name Gate who