The bandits attacked, and the women and children screamed in terror, scattering in all directions, while the elderly in line were knocked to the ground.
Chaos ensued, and these refugees didn't know what to do.
At this critical moment, a warhorse suddenly leaped out from the command tent.
The knight on the horse wore a crimson cape, and with a sharp squeeze of his boots, the warhorse neighed, charging straight through the crowd.
The knight's Fighting Energy erupted like flames, surging from his shoulder to the tip of his sword, igniting with a glow like crimson flames!
"Those who dare steal grain! No mercy!" His voice thundered through the chaos, intimidating everyone.
Following him, two more warhorses charged out, and the three Red Tide Knights quickly formed a flanking formation.
One in the front and two on the sides, they surrounded the bandits in a semicircular area at the edge of the camp!
"Charge! There's only three of them!"
