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

Wang Zhong continued to fulfill his duty, "Don't be outdone by the girls! Anyone else? Come on, young lads!"


At that moment, a group of people stood up, and to Wang Zhong's surprise, it turned out to be the Ceres People's Army, so he quickly invited them to the center of the venue.


"Let's welcome the illusion of Ceres's..."


Wang Zhong hesitated, calling them brothers felt too militaristic, and comrades was okay, but it didn't convey the meaning of "different nationalities, but working together."


After much deliberation, he felt there was only one word that was most fitting, and he spoke again, "Let's welcome Ceres's Davarishes!"


There was no more appropriate word than that, which originally referred to navy comrades, but later came to mean fellow fighters or people with common aspirations.


A shared aspiration to defeat the Prussians and liberate their occupied homeland.


Chapter 42 Please Call Me Davarish