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... uent magnetic storms, wireless communication is not reliable, cable communications, but also very easy to be monsters bite off, torn.

Therefore, following the"Flag language" of maritime communication, the army and the people of the wasteland invented the"Light language". Through the different frequencies of flashing lights, when the spiritual and magnetic interference is serious and all kinds of communication methods fail, keep communication to a minimum.

Ding Bell was born in th ...

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