Here was originally a golden wheat field, the full ears of wheat heavily bent the wheat stalks, but unfortunately there were unforeseen circumstances, and it was originally a good bet on the harvest year to encounter accidents.

The army of black crushed locusts swept across the land like a cloud, and after they had eaten the grain grains, they flapped their wings and took off again, leaving all the places desolate.

The peasants drove away desperately with brooms, and in the end they had to sit on the bare ridges and weep.

High in the air, the dragon knight used sorcery to destroy the barn walls, and the locusts immediately pounced on it, which was even worse than the food reserves for the winter.

"Kill the bugs! All the good crops have been destroyed, and the year has been wasted! ”

An old farmer in a straw hat cried that his wife and children were all frightened by the locust plague on the covered ground, and the whole family was so trembling that they could not say a word.

A heartwood farmer ran to an Imperial Army officer and shouted anxiously:

"Soldiers, save our crops! Don't forget that it is our peasants who pay taxes and grain to feed you! ”

The officer was also weak, he looked up at the soaring dragon, raised his flintlock pistol and pulled the trigger on the dragon wing, obviously to no avail, so he had to shrug his shoulders and say:

"The range of the bullet is not enough, even if it hits, it can't cause effective damage, and it can't help this big guy at all."

"Rubbish! You're all a bunch of fucking shit! The farmer scolded and watched as his hiding was ravaged by locusts.

The officer pretended not to hear, but only watched with a telescope.

In the air, the dragon knight on the back of the dragon is casting sorcery, and the dragons of famine have released a large number of alienated locusts in their bodies, which have a sense of community and attack the next hapless farm.

The officer shouted to his men:

"The situation is grim, quickly report the news here to the Prime Minister!"

A light cavalry scout hurried back to the temporary headquarters,

"Prime Minister, large areas of farmland have been destroyed, and our platoon gun salvos have no effect."

Dali Einfurt frowned: "Have you tried the new rifled rifle I invented?" ”

"I've tried, the range is enough, but I can't penetrate hard armor and dragon scales."

"So...... Did I try my new design of a howitzer with a high elevation angle? ”

"I tried, but it didn't work, the dragon was moving too fast, and by the time we set up the cannon, loaded the ammunition, and calculated the delay fuse, they would have flown away a long time ago!"

"Damn it!" Dali slapped the table and complained, "This time the dragon knight has learned wisely, and he is not diving towards the ground like in the last war, but just hovering high in the air and casting witchcraft, cunning fellow!" ”

An army staff officer said: "Prime Minister, we can't delay any longer, if we allow this animal to continue to destroy our farmland, at the current rate of loss, it will only take a week for our entire empire to fall into a severe famine." ”

The dirt road next to the barracks was filled with desperate refugees, whose fields had been gnawed clean by locusts, and even their barns and houses had been destroyed by witchcraft, leaving farmers with their families and flatbed trucks to take refuge with relatives in the city.

Prince Ingram, from the kingdom of Solan, stood in front of the commanding tent, and he turned his head slightly, trying to pretend that he didn't see it.

Dali noticed the prince's actions and said:

"His Royal Highness Prince Ingram."

"Huh?"

"Lift up your head, and don't shy away, and look at these poor peasants, who have not offended anyone, but who have been so struck."

Prince Ingram didn't care whether the civilians of Valstad were alive or dead, but now that he was under the fence, he had to bow his head, so he casually echoed: "Yes, it's miserable, poor fellows. ”

The prince's cold tone angered Dalí:

"Your Royal Highness, I hope you can take a good look at the crimes of the Voodoo Cult, you must recognize clearly, they are the public enemies of all mankind, if you can ascend to the throne of Solan one day, you must completely destroy this cult in the Avon Continent."

"You don't need it, the Dark Sect wants to kill me, if I get the power, I will take revenge!"

"Well, that's pretty much the answer."

Half an hour later, another scout came to report:

"My lord, the dragon flew to the Jereka Valley, and our rocket troops ambushed there launched a salvo as planned."

"How's it going, is the new rocket working?" Dali asked eagerly.

The hussar scout replied in frustration: "Only one rocket hit the target, and the animal caught fire, but it was quickly extinguished and had no effect." ”

Dali was so angry that he stomped his foot hard: "Damn! None of my new weapons worked! He circled around the tent with his hands behind his back.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and a young general, who was the only son of the Imperial Chancellor, Colonel William Einfurt, commander of the Young Guard, returned to the headquarters and dismounted.

"Father, I'm back!"

Dali reprimanded: "What a rude! Pistachia, who taught you this? I'm your boss! It's not at home, we're out on business, be serious! ”

William scratched his head and blushed, "Oh, I'm sorry, Prime Minister. ”

"General, has the task given to you been completed?"

"That's it, Father...... Oh no, Prime Minister, we evacuated the nearby peasants and put the homeless in refugee camps. ”

"Very good, the sappers are doing a good job, the refugee camp is being built very quickly, how many refugees are there?"

"There are currently about 24,000 of them, and the number of refugees continues to grow as the dragon moves and destroys."

Dalí Einfurt was sad: "This is a problem, not only to feed the army, the militia and the National Guard, but also to provide three meals for the refugees, and our food supply will soon be tight." ”

At this time, a stone flew by the prime minister's military hat with a "whoosh", and it turned out to be a nearby refugee child playing a slingshot.

An army colonel scolded: "Bastard! Get out of here! You almost hit the Prime Minister of our empire. ”

A blonde boy wearing a broken straw hat with a dirty face aggrievedly put down his slingshot and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Officer, I didn't mean to, I was aiming at the sparrow, and I just missed."

"Are you still reasonable? It's all big guys here, and your mom and dad have to spank you if they know about it! Butt kid, let's play! The officer scolded impatiently.

The boy grimaced at the officer: "Nasty! Then he bounced away with his slingshot.

"Smack." A lump of guano landed unbiased on Dalí's boots, the work of a sparrow that had landed on the eaves of the tent, the same one that the boy had just aimed with his slingshot.

"Yes, Sparrow! Catch the sparrows! Hey, there's a way! ”

Dalí clapped his slap and shouted, and the officers were all confused, and no one could figure out what the Prime Minister meant by this self-talk.