Chapter 117 (1/2)
India, near the heart of the country, is a village called tulva.
”It's a bad thing, village head! Locusts are flying towards our village!”
A group of middle-aged men with dark skin shouted and ran into the village. Soon, the whole village was shocked by their arrival. All the villagers rushed out of the door at the news.
”What! The plague of locusts is coming to us?”
”What can I do?”
”Damn locusts, do they have to eat all the food before they stop!”
“……”
The villagers jumped up and down in a hurry. For these farmers, food is the lifeblood and must not be lost.
The head of tulva village is an old man with a white beard. When he heard the news of the locust disaster, he ”clicked” in his heart. He should know that their village is very close to the capital of India. Since the locust disaster has attacked them, aren't all the villages and towns on the border over?
The plague of locusts began to wreak havoc in India ten days ago. At the beginning, it only attacked villages and towns on the border of India. Later, it gradually encroached on the hinterland of India. The Indian government used various means to curb the plague of locusts, but none of them worked. In the past ten days, nearly half of the agricultural crops of the country were eaten up by locusts.
”Take this thing and fight with the locusts!”
The old village head roared and called on the villagers to resist the coming locust plague.
Soon, the villagers were ready to go, some with flamethrowers, some with big nets, some with sickles, hoes and other weapons. In short, in order to ensure food security, everyone took out the courage to sacrifice their lives and forget to die.
However, when people went out of the village and saw the vast wave of locusts flying in the distance, they realized how absurd it was that they wanted to work hard with locusts.
”Too much!”
”There are so many locusts that people can't fight at all!”
”It's over. We can't keep our food. Who can help us!”
The villagers were in despair and wailing, only feeling great fear.
”Whoosh! Whoosh!”
At this time, several missiles suddenly flew through the air and exploded among countless locusts. The strong fire was brighter than the sunset.
”It was the military headquarters that shot!”
The villagers were overjoyed and quickly looked in the direction of the national capital not far away.
”Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Missiles continue to blast out of the capital, exploding one gorgeous fireworks after another in the wave of locusts.
The people looked at the fireworks in the air and clapped their hands. The smile on their faces showed joy. Fortunately, if the country took action, it would certainly suppress the plague of locusts!
In other words, if even the country can't suppress the locust plague, who can do it?
”Boom, boom...”
Seeing dozens of fireworks in full bloom, the happy color on people's faces gradually faded and was replaced by panic!
Because they found that even missiles could not stop the tide of locusts. Compared with the massive scale of locusts, locusts killed by missiles were not worth mentioning at all, and could not shake the foundation of locust disaster.
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At this moment, dozens of senior government officials are holding an emergency meeting in the State Building of India.