Count Constantine

Wang Zhong arrived in an alternate world and became embroiled in this world's global war.
What he gained was a cheat, akin to a real-time strategy game's overhead perspective, and he could even see through the eyes of his subordinates' units!
So, he decisively started micro-managing, "Shift the machine gun position five centimeters to the left! Place the anti-tank cannon in the forest on the right!"
Three years passed in this manner, and Wang Zhong looked at the marshal's baton in his hand, then at the double-headed eagle flag behind the emperor's envoy.
"In my hometown, there's an old saying, 'Princes and generals, are they not sprung from the masses?' Envoy, do you know of it?"

Cannon Fire Arc

On August 8th, at 08:30, at Shepetovka, the headquarters of the 151st Provisional Infantry Division.


Wang Zhong was originally planning to head out when he passed by Nelly packing up the dining table, possessed by some devilish impulse, he stopped and scooped up a dollop of sour cream with his finger and popped it into his mouth.


Nelly: "What are you doing? You're acting like a little kid! Can't you use a spoon?"


Wang Zhong took the spoon Nelly handed him and scooped up a heaping spoonful of sour cream into his mouth.


Sour cream is such a strange thing, at first, it seems so odd to eat, and even odder to put into soup. But after you've tried it once, you can't help but go for it again, the second time thinking, "It's so strange, I need to savor it more."


And then, you just can't stop, you need to have some with everything.


Chapter 56 The Children of Kazarlia