Three-Minute Massacre

The next second, the people who had rushed out to catch the locusts learned the last lesson of their lives.

"Ahhh!" A man suddenly screamed.

He clamped both hands over his face, trying to block the swarm from attacking him.

But the locusts quickly found the skin he couldn't protect—his neck, arms, and legs.

In this brutal heat, nobody wore much clothing.

Every inch of exposed skin became a target.