Courting Death

"Brother Lin, this can't go on."

"Yeah. We've barely gotten to fight at all. The main army will arrive in as little as ten days, or half a month at most. By then, there'll be even less room for us."

Inside a tent, seven or eight young scions of noble families and descendants of military houses had gathered together, their faces full of unwillingness.

At their head was Li Lin.

They had arrived a step later than Li Qi and the others, so all they could do during this time was stand by and watch.

As they watched the "Nine Phoenix Marquis" and the Jia Clan women achieve one merit after another, they could only huddle off to the side, green with envy.

Li Lin frowned as well.

His relationship with his elder sister had not been particularly good. She had always been a domineering sort, and Li Lin had been a little afraid of her when he was younger.

Later, that fear had turned into dislike.

Fortunately, they had grown up together, so no real rift had formed between them.

As they grew older and became more mature, their relationship had improved considerably.

This time, Li Qi had not used her marquis title to suppress Li Lin and the others. They could still take to the battlefield if they wished.

The few times they had gone out, their performances had been fairly decent. They had won and lost in equal measure, and overall, they were at most slightly inferior to Great Yin.

Given their status as heirs, so long as Great Gan did not suffer a crushing defeat in this national war—even if they merely failed to win and suffered minor losses—they would still have merit to their names.

But the Jia Clan women had performed too brilliantly, winning