The thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, July.

The hot earth was full of cracks, and even the trees were bare.

In the barren and desolate farmland, the black locusts are like fierce dragons crossing the border, buzzing like thunder, eating up the crops.

There was no grass in the fields of the gnawed crops, and the peasants sat in the fields and wept.

On the official road, the people carried their bags and fled to the famine with desperate faces, their eyes full of sorrow.

The current situation of the above-mentioned state and county next door spread to Qianzhou, the people

Chapter 108 Our slogan is: Eliminate pests is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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