The wounded soldiers helped each other up and stood to plead with Bai Qingyan.
"Your Majesty, let us wounded soldiers stay behind to bring up the rear. If we follow, we'll only slow our brothers down..."
"If we stay, Your Majesty and the brothers will have a chance at life!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, we're already injured. Even if we cross the river, we might not survive!" The Centurion looked to Liu Pinggao, "General, you must escort His Majesty across the river!"
Bai Qingyan's eyes welled up with tears, her fists clenched tightly, emotions surging within her.
With no reinforcements, retreat is the only option...
But crossing the river doesn't guarantee the soldiers can reach the other side alive.
Bai Qingyan didn't want to abandon a single soldier, but to delay any longer... with the Xiping army pressing in, how many could survive after fighting to the death?
