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"When did a survivor colony suddenly appear in the northern suburbs?"
"I don't know. I haven't heard The Voice of Boulder Town mention anything about this place for a month, so I thought those hillbillies in the northern suburbs didn't make it through the winter."
"I remember it was a forest here last year, and there was a marauder stronghold to the north and mutant humans tribe to the east."
"You came here before?"
"Only once."
At the south gate of the outpost, several mercenaries with rifles on their backs looked curiously at this small town hidden in the woods, and passed the time by guessing how many people lived there.
Some said 100, others said 1,000; no one agreed with each other.
Not far from them, stood two men in formal clothes. Although they didn't make a fuss like these mercenaries, they still had some surprises on their faces.
Of course, this surprise could not completely cover up the pride in their eyes.
Even though their formal clothes had lost their shades after many washes and their buttons had been mended many times, they were still nobler than these fur-wearing wastelanders.
But blue coats were different. Those shelter residents born with silver spoons were an exception.
Even the people living within the great wall had to admit that the blue coats who lived in iron cages were the superior people who could be on an equal footing with them.
"Have you ever seen blue coats build houses on the surface?"
"I haven't seen it before, but they actually allow wastelanders...
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