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Outside, they wore military-green combat suits with the fronts open, revealing sailor shirts underneath, but the guns in their hands were quite new, actually the AK12s that Russia had just equipped before the apocalypse.
Another was dressed in a sleeveless sailor shirt, with thick and strong arms, a green beret on his head, two belts of ammunition crossed over his chest, and a machine gun slung casually over his shoulder.
These two were clearly Russians, but the remaining five individuals had the typical facial features of local Middle Easterners, distinguishable from the two in sailor shirts.
Renato spoke a mouthful of gibberish with a thick tongue, and the one holding the AK12 responded in kind.
Gao Yuan couldn't understand a word, but Li Yang let out a breath and said, "Russian, it means hello."
"You understand it?"
"I can understand but can't speak it, damn it, I just can't get that thick trilled R, that's why I gave up on learning Russian."
