"You guys retreat. I'll cover your retreat!"
Li Qingping's words were indescribably tragic.
At the side, Xie Qing and Bu Qingqiu's faces turned pale, especially Xie Qing's. His expression became extremely conflicted. "Mr. Li, why don't I cover the retreat? It's more useful for you to go back than for me to go back." Xie Qing's tone was a little unswerving and hesitant, but he still expressed his stance.
No one would blame Xie Qing for not being determined at this moment. Staying behind meant tempting fate. To be able to make a decision to die generously, even if it was hesitant, was commendable.
The sword on Li Qingping's back was instantly unsheathed. "Let me do it!" Then, Li Qingping said to Xu Tui, "Xu Tui, bring your men and retreat. There's not much time left."