Many years later, the six years of the catastrophe in Gaia are still fresh in people's minds.

October 10, Mongolian steppe, northern border.

In the autumn grasslands, the knee-high weeds are gradually turning yellow, and the herdsmen in white clothes are busy harvesting the grass for cattle, sheep and horses and other livestock to survive the long winter.

The thick cylindrical haystacks of the millstone are scattered on the vast prairie, like guards, silently guarding this ancient prairie and guarding the sacred land of the herdsmen.

It was a good year for Mongolian herders.

The flood disaster that affected the Central Plains in the first half of the year had no impact on the northern grasslands, with abundant wild grasses, strong cattle and sheep, and flocks of sheep like clouds embedded in the grasslands, which made people rejoice.

Immediately after that, the empire won another battle in the west, annexing the Western Turkic Khanate in one fell swoop, and the Great Khan was happy and exempted the herdsmen from paying taxes for the second half of the year, which was really a great blessing.

Double happiness is coming, and you will be able to have a good year.

The herders were ruddy and energetic, and they finished harvesting the grass before the winter began.

At this moment, in the distant sky, there was a sudden buzzing sound, and some herdsmen straightened their waists and raised their eyes to look into the distance, but they saw that a black cloud suddenly appeared on the skyline.

The black cloud stretches on both sides, and you can't see the edge at a glance, and the sound of "buzzing" comes from the black cloud.

"Strange, why do the clouds make a sound, is it going to rain?"

The weather in the grasslands is unpredictable, and sudden rain is a common occurrence.

The herdsmen were wondering when they saw the black cloud rushing towards them at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the closer they got, the louder they became, and they gathered together to make their scalps tingle.

At this time, all the herders were attracted by the black clouds and looked into the distance.

Closer, closer.

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

The sharp-eyed herdsmen looked at the sweeping clouds, and their voices trembled.

"Uncle Uller, it's not a black cloud, what could it be~~~" The young herdsman listened to it, smiled and quipped, and didn't care, obviously not realizing that the crisis was coming.

In the blink of an eye, the black clouds had pressed over.

"Locusts, locusts, locust plague has come~~~"

Looking at the black clouds, Uncle Uller muttered to himself, recalling the locust plague he had encountered as a child, and his wrinkled face began to turn white, obviously remembering some bad memories.

The grassland is a locust plague-prone area.

The young herdsmen had long since stopped laughing, for they could see clearly that the so-called black clouds were nothing more than swarms of untold locusts flying in the air.

The swarm is everywhere, and there is not a single grass left.

The Ming Dynasty poet Guo Dun described the scene of the locust plague in "Song of the Flying Locust": "The flying locusts cover the sky and the sun is colorless, and the old fields are weeping and bleeding. ”

The scene in front of you will only be more terrifying than the description in the poem.

Because the scale of this locust is so great, as far as the eye can see, the heavens and the earth, the south, the south, the north, the west, the front, the back, the left and the right, are all densely packed with locusts, as if they have broken into a nest of insects.

No one knows how many locusts there are, or 100 million, or a billion, or 10 billion.

Uncle Uller fell to his knees, worshipping the god of the steppe and praying for the protection of the gods, and around him were locusts that covered the sky and the sun, flying up and down, terrifying.

When the young herdsman saw this, he was at a loss.

In the vast grassland, there is no hiding place at all, and the body is swallowed by locusts.

"Quick, put the haystack in a circle and hide in it."

Some people reacted, unwilling to be restrained, beckoned to their companions, and while driving away the rain of insects, they struggled to form a large circle of haystacks.

Only Uncle Uller was still praying, oblivious to the locusts around him.

The swarm of locusts flew from Siberia, they had just hatched from their eggs, and they were the hungriest time of their lives.

The black clouds that the herders saw at first were nothing more than outposts of the swarm.

The further back, the denser the insect swarm became, and it was no longer a black cloud, but a wall of insects, densely packed, and there was hardly a single gap visible, which was extremely terrifying.

By the time the herdsmen had formed a circle around the haystacks, Uncle Uller had already been overwhelmed by the swarm.

There was a brave young man who ventured to his side and tried to drag him into the haystack circle, but Uncle Ulle was unmoved, but prayed vigorously.

Seeing that the insect swarm was getting denser and denser, the young man had no choice but to retreat.

It is not difficult for herders living in the grasslands to build a temporary dwelling with haystacks, not only in a circle of haystacks in all directions, but also on top of them.

Hundreds of haystacks, forming a confined space.

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

The swarm of insects that obscured the sky roared by, and the grassland, which was overgrown with grass a moment ago, instantly turned bare, leaving nothing behind.

Even the huge haystacks were eaten by the locusts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After two hours, the herdsmen hiding in the haystack could no longer hear the scalp-numbing "buzzing" sound, so they lifted the haystack in fear and walked out.

What presented to them was a post-apocalyptic scenario.

The grass that everyone had worked so hard to harvest was gone, and even the haystacked houses in a circle were only a thin layer left, leaving only bare earth as far as the eye could see.

Not far away, Uncle Uller was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Everything is like a dream.

"Woo~~~"

In the crowd, the sound of crying suddenly sounded, and the crying became louder and louder.

"It's over, it's over......"

The herdsmen wept, wept for the pasture, wept for the livestock, wept for themselves. Without pasture, the livestock will go hungry and will not survive this winter.

For herders, livestock is the life of a family.

When I think of this, I cry.

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

On that day, tens of billions of locusts crossed the border from Siberia and slaughtered into the Mongolian steppe, setting off the largest and most tragic locust plague in history.

From the westernmost Ögedai Khanate to the easternmost province of Bactria Liaojin, no one was spared.

The scale is large and the spread is widespread, which is rare in the world.

The entire Mongolian steppe is covered by vast locusts, from north to south, mighty down, unstoppable, where it passes, there is not a single grass left, the herdsmen wail, and the lives are devastated.

The Mongol Empire, plunged into an unprecedented panic.

Genghis Khan ordered that the whole army should be armed, and the extermination of locusts should be regarded as a war, and he would fully cooperate with the herdsmen to hunt down the locusts and reduce the losses as much as possible.

An army of millions, roaring above the grassland.

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Of course, this natural disaster set off by Gaia is not limited to the Mongolian steppe.

Almost at the time of the locust plague in Mongolia, in the Central Plains, especially in the Yangtze River and Yellow River basins, an unprecedented scale of locust plague was also set off, covering the whole world and exterminating them endlessly.

In particular, the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, which is already a high-risk area for locust plagues, have been the most severely affected this time.

For a time, locust extermination became the mainstream of the wilderness.

Throughout October, a huge locust extermination campaign was launched in the land of China, and in order to keep the pasture grass and the second crop that was about to ripen, the people everywhere went crazy.

Hunt and kill with nets, burn them with fire, and even cook them.

But it didn't work.

The insect swarm came and went like the wind, whistling like a hurricane, and the killing of the people was just a drop in the bucket, and the reduction of grain and grass production in the affected areas, or even the loss of grains, was almost a foregone conclusion.

In ancient times, there were no pesticides in modern society, let alone airplanes to spread pesticides.

The coming winter must be a cold winter.

Not only in the Chinese region, in October, in the world, natural disasters are frequent, in the African continent, the same locust infestation, compared to the Chinese region, will only be more than the same.

There is a saying among the people that "locusts are caused by drought" and "locusts must be found after a long drought"; the more arid the area, the more likely it is to break out of locust plagues, and the arid African continent is naturally the first to bear the brunt.

In addition to locust plagues, there are typhoons, torrential rains, tornadoes, earthquakes, tsunamis, diseases, ......

In the history of mankind, all imaginable natural disasters are like Pandora's boxes that have been opened, which have been released by Gaia and spread all over the world.

The game world is in the midst of an unprecedented disaster.

The people were weeping, and the lords were grieved.

No one expected that Gaia would be so ruthless and decisive, and he would teach the lords and the people of the world a good lesson - there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky.

The good weather of the past will no longer exist.

It was only after October that the situation improved slightly, and the exhausted people, organized by the local officials, began to examine the losses and fill in the gaps.

The situation reported from all over the country made every emperor frown.

This natural disaster will have a far-reaching impact on the global pattern, and the first is the price of grain, which has been soaring since mid-October......