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Many years later, people still remember the natural disasters of Gaia for six years.

October 10, Mongolian prairie, north border.

In the autumn grasslands, the weeds that have not passed the knees are gradually yellowing, and the herdsmen in white clothes are busy harvesting the pastures, in preparation for the long winters of cattle, sheep and horses.

Grinding the thick cylindrical grasshoppers, scattered on the prairie, like a guardian, silently guarding this ancient prairie, guarding the sacred land of the herders.

For Mongolian herders, this is a bumper year.

In the first half of the year, the flood disaster that affected the Central Plains had no effect on the northern grasslands. The weeds were abundant, the cattle and sheep were strong, and the flocks were like clouds embedded in the grasslands, which made people happy.

Immediately after the empire hit the victory in the west, swallowing the West Turkistan in one fell swoop, and sweating a happy, free of the herdsmen's tax in the second half of the year, it is really graceful.

Double happiness, you can pass a good year.

The herdsmen were ruddy and motivated, and they were harvested before the winter.

At this time, in the distant sky, suddenly there was a loud noise, and the herdsmen straightened up and looked up, but on the skyline, a black cloud suddenly appeared.

The black cloud stretched like two sides, and you couldn't see the margin at a glance. The sound of "嗡嗡" was transmitted from the black cloud.

"It’s strange, why is the cloud sounding, is it going to rain?”

The weather in the grasslands is unpredictable, and it is common to suddenly rain.

The herdsmen are strange, seeing the black clouds rushing toward them at a speed visible to the naked eye. The closer they are, the louder the voice is, bringing together and making the scalp numb.

At this time, all the herders were attracted by the black cloud and looked up.

Closer, closer.

"That, that's not a black cloud."

The herdsmen with sharp eyes looked at the clouds that swept through them, and the voices were shaking.

"Uncle Ulle, not a black cloud, what can it be?~" The young herders listened, laughing and jokingly saying that they didn't take it seriously, and apparently did not realize that the crisis was coming.

In a twinkling of an eye, the black cloud has already come over.

"Aphids are locusts, and disasters have come down~~~"

Looking at the dark cloud, Uncle Ulle muttered to himself, recalling the disasters he encountered in his childhood, the wrinkled face, and began to appear white, apparently remembering something bad.

Grassland, this is the area where disaster relief is frequent.

The young herdsmen have long been unable to laugh, because they have also seen it. The so-called black cloud is just a group of insects composed of innumerable locusts, flying in the air.

The swarms are everywhere, and the grass does not stay.

The Ming Dynasty poet Guo Dun in the "咏飞蝗", this describes the scene when the disaster occurred: "The flying sky is colorless, the wild old field tears blood."

The scene in front of you will only be more terrible than what is described in the poem.

Because the scale of this locust is too big, look around, heaven and earth, southeast and northwest, around the front and rear, all are dense mites, like breaking into a wormhole.

No one knows how many locusts there are, or 100 million, or one billion, or one billion.

Uncle Ulle fell to the ground and prayed devoutly to the **** of the grassland, praying for the sanctuary of the gods. Around him, it was a locust that covered the sky, flying up and down, and it was a curse.

The young herders met and were at a loss.

In the grasslands, there is no hiding place at all, and the body is swallowed up by the mites.

"Fast, put the grass in a circle and hide in it."

Someone reacted, and they were not willing to let go of their hands, and greeted their companions, while driving away the rain of the sky, while struggling to make a grasshopper and a large circle.

Only Uncle Ulle is still praying and turning a blind eye to the surrounding locusts.

This group of locusts came from Siberia. They just hatched from the eggs, and it was the most hungry time of their lives.

The black clouds that the herdsmen saw at the beginning were nothing but the outposts of the swarm.

The more intensive, the denser the insects, the dark clouds, but the worm walls, dense, almost no gaps, stunned.

Just when the herdsmen circled the grass, Uncle Ulle was already drowned by the swarm.

There was a brave young man who ventured into the uncle of Uncle and wanted to drag Uncle Ulle into the grass circle. Uncle Ulle was unmoved, just a prayer.

Seeing that the insects are getting denser and denser, the young man is helpless and can only retreat.

For herders living in the grasslands, it is not difficult to cover a temporary residence with grasshoppers. Not only are the grasshoppers surrounded by circles in all directions, but even the tops are grasshoppers.

Hundreds of grasshoppers form a confined space.

The herdsmen hid inside, covered their bodies with clothes, and shivered.

The insects that covered the sky whizzed past, and the pastures were still covered with grassland, and instantly became bare and nothing was left.

Even the huge grasshoppers were swallowed by locusts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After two hours, the herdsmen hiding in the haystack could no longer hear the squeaky squeaking sound of the scalp, and then they burst into the haystack and walked out.

Presented in front of them is a doomsday scene.

The grass that everyone has worked hard to harvest has disappeared. Even the grassy house that is surrounded by a circle has only a thin layer left, and it looks away, leaving only the bare land.

Not far away, Uncle Wuler lay on the ground, life and death do not know.

Everything, like a dream.

"呜呜~~~"

Among the crowd, the sound of crying suddenly sounded, and the more we cried.

"Well, everything is over..."

The herders cried, weeping for the pasture, weeping for the animals, and weeping for themselves. Without pasture, livestock will be hungry, but it will not be this winter.

For pastoralists, livestock is the life of a family.

As soon as I thought about it, I cried.

And this crying, but the tip of the iceberg, is not enough to describe this natural disaster.

On the same day, tens of billions of locusts came from Siberia and plunged into the Mongolian steppe, setting off one of the most vast and devastating locusts in history.

From the westernmost Wokutai Khanate to the easternmost Daxia Liaojinxing province, none of them survived.

The scale is large and spreads widely, and it is rare in the world.

The entire Mongolian steppe is covered by locusts, from the north and the south, and it is unstoppable. When it passes, the grass does not remain, the herdsmen mourn, and the creatures are charred.

The Mongol Empire is caught in an unprecedented panic.

Genghis Khan ordered that the whole army prepare for war, and that the locusts would be put out as a war, and they should cooperate with the herders to kill and kill the locusts and reduce losses as much as possible.

Millions of troops, whistling on the grasslands.

............

The natural disaster that Gaia set off is certainly not limited to the Mongolian grasslands.

Almost at the time of the disaster in Mongolia, in the Central Plains, especially in the Yangtze River Yellow River Basin, the unprecedented scale of locusts was overwhelming.

Especially in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, this is the high-risk area for disaster relief. This time, the disaster was the most serious.

For a time, annihilation became the mainstream of the wilderness.

Throughout October, China's land set off a mighty smashing campaign. In order to keep the pastures~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to keep the crops that are about to mature in the second season, people everywhere are crazy.

Use the net to kill, burn with fire, or even cook and eat, and do everything without it.

But useless.

The swarms come and go like the wind, like a hurricane whizzing past, the people's killing is only a drop in the water, the loss of grain and grass in the affected areas, or even the lack of particles, almost a foregone conclusion.

In ancient times, there was no pesticide in modern society, and there was no way to use aircraft to spread pesticides.

The coming winter is bound to be a cold winter.

Not only in the Huaxia District, in October, global disasters occur frequently, and in the African continent, the same locusts are raging, compared with the Huaxia District, there will be more than nothing.

The folks have the so-called "dry drought and shackles" and "long droughts must have shackles". The more arid regions, the more likely it is to explode disasters. The dry African continent is naturally the first to bear the brunt.

In addition to disaster relief, there are typhoons, heavy rains, tornadoes, earthquakes, tsunamis, diseases...

In the history of mankind, all imaginable natural disasters, like the Pandora's Box that was opened, were released by Gaia and spread around the world.

The game world is caught in an unprecedented disaster.

The people are crying, and the lord is worrying.

No one had thought that Gaia would be so embarrassed, so decisive, give the lords a good lesson for the people of the world - there are unpredictable things.

The past good weather will no longer exist.

By the end of October, the situation has only slightly improved, and the exhausted people have begun to examine the losses under the bureaucratic organization and to check for missing gaps.

The situation reported everywhere, so that every emperor frowned.

This natural disaster will definitely have a far-reaching impact on the global pattern. The food price is the first to bear the brunt. From mid-October, the food price in Huaxia District has been rising all the way...

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