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

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.


On the morning of August 18, Wang Zhong stood at the ceremony preparation area, looking at the grand scene outside. Suddenly, he found his mind was a blank and quickly pulled out his speech to glance over it.


Seeing this, Ludmila spoke in a soft, soothing voice, "Don't worry, your speech last night was excellent. There won't be any problems today."


Wang Zhong: "Hmm, I'm just taking a look."


Ludmila: "Relax, there will be staff holding cue cards in front of you. That's the whole point of you rehearsing the speech! Keep calm. Now, let's head to the spectator stands."


Ludmila had not yet married Wang Zhong, so she was not yet a duchess and could not accompany him at such events. Instead, she joined Nelly in heading to the nearby spectator stands, thanks to a special invitation from the Royal Family.


Wang Zhong nodded and then watched the two as they made their way to the spectator stands.


Chapter 23: State Funeral (Additional update for 36,000 monthly votes)