The refugees fled instantly, a group of people who hadn't had enough to eat couldn't run far, in their panic rushing into the forests on either side, but the piercing screams instantly shattered the dead silence.
Several dozens of figures suddenly sprang from the yellowing roadside grass and charred broken trees, like hungry wolves leaping into a flock of sheep.
Blades gleamed abruptly in the murky air, cutting down mercilessly with a rush of wind, bringing with them sprays of dark red and torn cloth fragments, followed by heavy clubs smashing down, the dull thuds of cracking bones mixing with abruptly halted cries of agony, echoing like blows to decayed meat.
In a mere instant, the crowd that had originally been scattering backward hit an invisible wall of blood, forcibly blocked, dispersed, and sliced.
The bandits were fierce and silent, their movements as swift as harvesting crops; in their eyes, there was no pity, only naked greed and hunger.
