"War? What war? Is there going to be a battle in the north?" Daohua asked anxiously.
Yan Wenkai nodded sullenly, "These past two years, our Daxia suffered from droughts and floods. The common people have had a hard time, and the situation for those northern Tartars is even worse than ours. It seems they can't get through this year, so they often come down south to harass our borders."
"The first half of the year was somewhat better, just some minor skirmishes, but as winter is approaching, the frequency of battles has increased."
Looking at her two elder brothers' countenances, Daohua hurriedly asked, "Don't tell me both of you are thinking of going to the north to fight?"
Yan Wenkai: "We would like to, but no one is taking us."
