As the bandits attacked, frightened women and children scattered in all directions, screaming, and elderly people in the queue were knocked to the ground.
Chaos reigned as these refugees didn't know what to do.
At this critical moment, a warhorse suddenly leaped out from the command tent.
The knight on horseback wore a crimson cloak, his heavy boots spurring the horse's flanks as the warhorse neighed and charged straight through the crowd.
The knight's battle energy erupted like flames, surging from his shoulders to his sword tip, igniting a crimson radiance!
"Those who dare steal grain shall be killed without mercy!" His voice rolled like thunder through the chaos, stunning everyone.
Following closely behind, two more warhorses charged out—three Crimson Tide knights quickly formed an encircling formation.
One in front, two on the flanks, trapping the bandits in a semicircular area at the camp's edge!
"Charge them! There are only three of them!"
