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

When Wang Zhong came out of the major general's office, Grigori squinted suspiciously, "The commander inside is a woman? Why do you look like you just came out of the red-light district, General?"


"Hmph," Wang Zhong sneered, "That's way more thrilling than the red-light district. Inside was General Chekhov, an old acquaintance of Argesukov. She approved a whole bunch of equipment for us."


Grigori awkwardly reminded him, "I'm just a sergeant major; I don't know so many big shots. You mention General Chekhov, and I've got no clue who that is."


"A slick old fox who won't stick to the pot but gets things done," Wang Zhong laughed, "If it were peacetime, this kind of person could be the pillar of a department."


Actually, Wang Zhong didn't have much social experience, but he had seen the likes of General Chekhov in a British TV show called "Yes, Prime Minister".


Grigori: "As long as it's a good result, that's what matters. Where to next?"


Chapter 12: The Gap