As the bandits attacked, terrified women and children scattered with screams, and the elderly waiting in line were knocked to the ground.
Chaos reigned, and the refugees had no idea what to do.
At that critical moment, a warhorse suddenly leaped out of the command tent.
The Knight on its back wore a crimson cloak. He drove his heavy boots into the horse's flanks, and it neighed, charging straight through the crowd.
The Knight's Battle Aura erupted like fire, surging from his shoulders to the tip of his sword and blazing with scarlet light!
"Anyone who dares steal grain will be killed without mercy!" His voice thundered through the chaos, striking fear into everyone.
Two more warhorses charged out behind him, and the three Red Tide Knights swiftly spread into an encircling formation.
One in front and two on the flanks, they trapped the bandits in a semicircle at the edge of the camp!
"Get them! There are only three of them!"
Someone shouted, and the hotheaded bandits raised their swords and axes, roaring as they rushed the three riders!
Then they saw just how vast the gap between Knights and ordinary people truly was.
The lead Knight raised his longsword and swept it in a broad arc, cutting the three bandits charging him clean in half at the waist!
Severed limbs tumbled through the air wreathed in fiery Battle Aura, and blood splashed onto the muddy ground, filling the air with its metallic stink.
"Wh-what's happening?!" One man had barely opened his mouth to cry out when,
the second Knight spurred his horse into a lunging charge. Its forelegs rose high, and the sudden burst of speed sent the man flying thirty feet.
Another Knight followed through with a thrust, piercing the chests of two men beside him, then