3 PM.
The locust cloud had dissipated.
The sun had emerged.
Illuminating the surrounding environment.
The past seven to eight hours felt like a dream.
At the peak of the locust plague, the sun was obscured by the cloud of locusts, and yellow locusts filled the surroundings; with every step taken on the road, one could hear the sound of locusts being crushed.
Even walking through dense locust areas felt like stepping into a marsh, feet sinking into heaps of locusts.
Some even crawled into socks; opening one's eyes felt like suffering from floaters, the buzzing made one dizzy.
And now.
The locust plague had passed.
Nature had cleared.
Blue skies and white clouds.
However, whether inside the base or in the forests outside.
The green of spring was gone.
Bare branches, the ground covered with dark greenish-black locust feces,
These plant-eating orthopterans typically produce feces of this color.
