After the battle, the 42nd Battalion had a few nicknames. The Flood of Bronze or the Debris Flow of Bronze.
Mo Chengkong did not mind the nicknames. It did not matter whether they were seen as a flood or a debris flow. What was important, however, was that his team now stood out from the other battalions labeled only by numbers. The name recognized across the island instilled them with a sense of honor.
When others were hoping to pull them up from the floor and officially express their gratitude, the members of the 42nd Battalion did not seem to appreciate it. For instance, Mo Chengkong stared into Wang Xu's eyes peacefully and said, as the latter tried to lift him up, "Let me be. I'm fine, just a few body aches here and there. Let me lie down like this, can't you…"
Wang Xu was speechless.
They were good buddies after seven years of friendship. Hence, Wang Xu sat beside Mo Chengkong to keep him company.
