"Boss...I..."

Burnett's expression was like swallowing a fly, and his mouth was full of bitterness surged up, followed by a strange vertigo that attacked him from head to toe. He staggered to stand up, but his body was swaying left and right and could not control it. His hand that supported his body shook weakly like a failed machine, and his whole body hit the bar table heavily.

When he raised his head again, the wound on his forehead had already gushed out of blood, but he unconsciously allowed the donation of blood to flow from his forehead to his eyebrows, and then covered one eye stickyly, and then dripped to the ground, silently but brightly.

"Wow, the amount of bleeding is huge!"

I was shocked by this guy's injuries, but he didn't notice any reaction to me, my words, and my tone, standing in front of me like a walking corpse.

It seems that he still can't get out of the nightmare that night. As long as the story doesn't end, the desperate scenes that surge up will flood this poor man like a tide, causing him to fall into a breath of breath.

This symptom is the sequelae of stress trauma. Post-traumatic stress disorder is a mental illness, referred to as PTSD. This condition refers to a mental disorder formed by the patient's experience and witnessing injuries and deaths from himself or others. Common triggers include war, violence, etc.

This disease will cause fear of surrounding things, causing the patient to be emotionally excited and nervous. At the same time, it will be stimulated by specific factors to doubt himself, and it will also cause self-doubt. This situation can be seen from his strong defeatist tendency when he meets.

Although I can teach him the Heart Sutra, Bible, Tao Te Ching, Kant, Mende, and Aristotle all the messy theories like I did when dealing with a bald man, and give him a spiritual transformation from the inside out to rejuvenate him.

But even if I deliberately modify the spiritual things, they are like the papering work done by Li Hongzhang. They are perfunctory in innovation that cannot touch the bones. Once they encounter strong winds and waves, the ship will still sink and people will die.

Although many patients with such stress trauma sequelae are cured, they will recall the stimulus source many times over time. This is not conducive to the patient's mental health and is more likely to cause recurrence of post-traumatic stress disorder.

I don't want the recruited personnel to have serious defects in their hearts. They will cause mental breakdown, confusion, self-harm, and claustrophobia every few days.

"Whoever is carrying something that looks very murderous!"

I walked outside and shouted, and a strong-facing man walked out of the armored soldiers, respectfully holding up a rough-shaped stone war mask, "Sir, this is the stone mask you left on the battlefield! After I found it, I wanted to clean it and give it to you!"

...You kid shouldn't have wanted to hide your own personal information? What are you going to do with my mask?

But I think it is still forgiven for such a crazy fan.

"What's your name?" I asked on my own initiative.

The strong-faced armored soldier was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Master...My name is Gero Leonardo Principes..."

I frowned and wanted to call his name, but I found that I had been distracted just now and didn't remember a single word...

"It's too long, I'll change your name to you today! It's zero and lion...it's called Zero Lion."

I thought about it again. It was a bit strange to just change the name and not give other appointments. I should give him some other benefits. "Then you pick eight people from the team, and you will be the team leader in the future!"

Gero Leonardo Princess... Bah, Zero Lion saluted excitedly, then walked to the side and began to choose his subordinates.

"Big... Sir... I have the dagger you used here!"

Suddenly, another sound came from the crowd. A soldier with a small figure and a shrewd look in his eyes plucked up the courage to walk in front of me, and knelt on one knee to present a blood-stained short sword.

"Huh? This sword is..."

I pondered for a while, and the thin soldier immediately added an explanation: "This is the short sword you used after seizing it on the battlefield. It just fell in front of me, so I picked it up..."

That is my weapon to kill the sword and shield soldiers alone? This guy has a good vision and even got such a collection value.

"Not bad...I've accepted the stuff. What's your name?" I asked calmly.

Unexpectedly, this guy was indeed a smart person and immediately replied: "Sir! What's my name appropriate?"

Oh, it’s a talent! I found the opportunity to give me a name on the snake and stick. It seems that I plan to be a team leader too?

My eyes rolled and I smiled and said, "Give me a name... It's easy to say... I just called Zero Lion, so you can also keep the naming format starting with this number, and it's called..."

The thin soldier rubbed his hands excitedly and said in a low voice: "It depends on the instructions of the Lord..."

"... Just call it a four-legged chicken!"

The soldier named Four-legged Chicken smiled instantly on his face.

"Sir...this name sounds..." he stammered, but was interrupted by me unceremoniously.

"What's wrong? Do you have any objections? Do you don't want to pick your subordinates?" I asked back with a frown.

"Don't dare... obey the orders of the Lord..."

The four-legged chicken retreated without tears. He must have been wondering in his heart that his brother's name was very powerful and the animals he brought were also powerful people like lions. Why did he become a four-legged chicken who sounded weak when he came here? Will he really live under this name in the future?

I laughed in my heart, but my expression was calm. I made you, a kid, dare to play with me even if you were clever? I gave you this name and let you reflect on me, and then make your efforts to make leniency.

In the army of more than 20 people, two team leaders and the sixteen people they picked were removed. The remaining one team leader and eight team members were left, so we should choose another suitable team leader.

But among the remaining people, there are no outstanding talents. After all, they have been selected for two rounds, and the rest are basically unpretentious and cannot see talented people.

Suddenly, I heard someone laughing in the crowd, as if he had worked hard to hold his breath, but the laughter still came out through the crowd. When he lowered his head and laughed, his body trembled, and he looked almost dead. He vaguely heard the laughter mixed with "Hahaha... Four-legged Chicken... Hahaha... so funny..."

"Hey, come here for me by the snicker! Tell me, did you hear something happy? Did your wife give birth to a baby?"

Before the smirking soldier could figure out the situation, his companions around him took a step back and revealed the guy alone.

"Sir...I...I don't..."

The sudden appearance of the empty space around him finally made the dark-skinned round-faced armored soldier discover something was wrong, and he quickly opened his mouth to argue, but he didn't know whether he wanted to say that he had no intention of offending or did not bring what I needed, but how could I make him happy? He just took the lead and spoke.

"Nothing? Do you have no name? Then I'll give you one too!" I laughed, "I've used both zero and four just now, so you start with six. I just got the chicken and I still have to have some staple food to fill my stomach. Then you're called..."

"Six-wheeled face!"
Chapter completed!