Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

The atmosphere inside the military camp's command tent was somewhat somber.

Xiao Zhan stared at Lin Ye, tapping his fingers twice on the table.

"I definitely can't give you the position of deputy general. You're new here, and those arrogant and unruly soldiers under you are probably not satisfied. Brother Lin Ye, how about the captain position?"

Lin Ye leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced on his abdomen, without even hesitating.

"Yes, thank you, Grand Marshal."

What Lin Ye wanted was not a high-ranking official position, but simply the identity that allowed him to move freely within the military camp and legally lead troops to kill.

The rank of captain is neither high nor low; it's just enough to lead a hundred-man squad.

He didn't care about rank or position at all, as long as he could go to the battlefield, kill people, or devour them.

Seeing that Lin Ye agreed so readily, Xiao Zhan felt relieved.

He was genuinely afraid that this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall would make exorbitant demands, insisting on a title like Deputy Commander, which would put him in a difficult position to explain to the imperial court.

"Good, that's great!" Xiao Zhan stood up.

"Lin Dong, come in!"

Lin Dong, who had been waiting outside the tent, quickly lifted the curtain and came in, kneeling on one knee:

"Grand Marshal!"

"Go, gather those one hundred elite soldiers from the Sharp Knife Battalion," Xiao Zhan ordered.

"From today onwards, they will be under the command of Lieutenant Lin Ye."

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Lin Ye, his eyes filled with shock.

Captain? He's become a captain already? And he even handed over the elite vanguard battalion?

The Sharp Knife Battalion consists of the 100 most elite Soul Masters on the front lines, all of whom are Soul Kings and Soul Emperors. They are usually personally supervised by the Grand Marshal.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!" Xiao Zhan shouted.

"Yes!" Lin Dong quickly got up, turned around and ran out.

Xiao Zhan looked at Lin Ye:

"Captain Lin, let's go check on your men."

Lin Ye stood up, patted the wrinkles on his clothes, and turned to give Zhu Zhuqing a wink:

"Come on, big kitty."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything and silently followed behind Lin Ye.

On the training ground to the east of the military camp, one hundred Soul Masters dressed in black leather armor had already lined up.

These men, just by standing there, exuded an aura unlike that of ordinary soldiers.

Each of them had an arrogant look in their eyes and carried a strong smell of blood; they were clearly veterans who had crawled out of piles of corpses.

Lin Ye and Xiao Zhan walked side by side to the reviewing stand on the training ground.

A hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on Lin Ye.

Lin Ye glanced at the people below.

Of these one hundred people, most were five-ring Soul Kings, while the dozen or so standing in front were six-ring Soul Emperors.

Their strength is indeed considerable; in a place like the Heaven Dou Empire, they could be considered an ace in the rough.

Standing at the front of the line was a burly man with a scar on his face.

This man is named Li Ze, a level 71 Soul Saint, and also the captain of this elite vanguard battalion.

Looking at Lin Ye on the stage, Li Ze felt a hundred times resentful.

He had just heard Lin Dong say that the Grand Marshal had parachuted in a young upstart to be their superior, who was also some kind of Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

Having spent over a decade on the battlefield, Li Ze found the most annoying thing to be these privileged second-generation rich kids who landed their jobs through connections.

What happened to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? This is a battlefield, not a place for playing house.

Li Ze stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke in a voice as loud as thunder:

"Your subordinate, Li Ze, greets Commandant Lin!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "commander," his tone devoid of any respect, filled only with dissatisfaction.

Lin Ye stood on the stage, looking down at Li Ze.

He knew all too well what these scoundrels were thinking.

You're not convinced? We'll beat you into submission.

"Not bad," Lin Ye said calmly.

"These 100 people are all quite strong."

Li Ze sneered, "Captain Lin, the brothers in our elite vanguard battalion earned their skills with their lives. I wonder what abilities you, Captain Lin, have to lead a bunch of roughnecks like us?"

The hundred soul masters below also joined in the commotion. In fact, they had all heard about Lin Ye's achievements, but they just wanted to see them for themselves.

Xiao Zhan stood to the side without saying a word.

He just wanted to see how Lin Ye would subdue this group of arrogant and fierce soldiers.

Lin Ye smiled, but he didn't say anything. He just took a step forward.

boom!

A terrifying burst of dark purple lightning suddenly erupted from Lin Ye's body, accompanied by a dense evil aura, instantly enveloping the entire training ground.

Five black, ten-thousand-year-old soul rings rose from beneath his feet and slowly spiraled upwards.

That oppressive force felt like a mountain crashing down on everyone's heads.

The noisy drill ground, which had been just moments before, fell silent instantly.

Li Ze's expression changed.

He was a Soul Saint of level 71, but faced with Lin Ye's oppressive aura, he actually felt that the circulation of his soul power had become sluggish.

What the hell is this monster? No wonder he's the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!

Lin Ye's smile faded, and his gaze grew cold.

"My name is Lin Ye." Lin Ye's voice reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I'm leading you because your Grand Marshal arranged it."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhan's face twitched, but he held back from saying anything.

"I don't care how awesome you were or how many merits you made in the past. Under my command, there's only one rule."

Lin Ye extended one finger.

"Whatever I say, you do. If I tell you to charge, you'd better charge through mountains of knives and seas of fire!"

"Anyone who disobeys will be killed by me before the Star Luo Empire even has a chance to lift a finger."

The black and purple lightning on Lin Ye's body suddenly exploded, and a scorched crack more than ten meters long was directly cleaved in the ground of the training ground.

Li Ze swallowed.

He sensed a real threat of death.

This young man is truly capable of killing.

"Did you understand?" Lin Ye stared at Li Ze.

Li Ze gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "I understand!"

"Speak louder!" Lin Ye shouted.

"Understood!" the hundred Soul Masters roared in unison.

Lin Ye put away the spirit rings and his aura, and clapped his hands.

"Alright, everyone, disperse. Eat and sleep well, get plenty of rest. Tomorrow, I'll take you to kill someone."

After saying that, Lin Ye turned around and walked down from the command platform, taking Zhu Zhuqing back to his own tent.

Li Ze watched Lin Ye's retreating figure and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This new captain is a tough character.

.........

Star Luo Empire Frontline Camp.

Inside the commander's tent, the lights were on.

Grand Marshal Dai Shan was sitting in the main seat, holding a glass of strong liquor in his hand.

Dai Shan is a collateral descendant of the Star Luo royal family, an 85th-level Soul Douluo, and his martial soul is the White Tiger.

He fought on the front lines for three years, suppressing the Heavenly Dou Empire's army to the point of being unable to raise its head, and it seemed that he was about to completely break through the enemy's defenses.

He can become king as long as he takes down this defensive line.

The tent flap was suddenly flung open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

Wei Qingshan, covered in mud, stumbled into the tent and knelt down with a thud.

"Grand Marshal!" Wei Qingshan's voice was hoarse, tinged with tears.

Dai Shan frowned and put down his wine glass.

"Wei Qingshan? What happened to you? What happened to you? Where's Zhao Gang?"

Wei Qingshan lay on the ground, trembling all over.

"Dead..."

Dai Shan suddenly stood up, walked a few steps to Wei Qingshan, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

"What do you mean by 'dead'? Explain yourself clearly!"

Wei Qingshan's tears mingled with blood as they flowed down his face.

"Grand Marshal, the Heaven Dou Empire... the Heaven Dou Empire has allied with the Spirit Hall!"

Dai Shan was stunned.

"What did you say? The Spirit Hall?"