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

Pavlov arranged Wang Zhong's living quarters right across from the Expeditionary Army Headquarters, snug against a steam bathhouse.


Yakov entered the room and immediately looked puzzled, "This... General, you're living here?"


Wang Zhong, "What's wrong? Can't I stay here?"


"It's miles apart from your estate!" Yakov answered.


Wang Zhong, "The estate is my ancestral property, and I personally have no special requirements for where I live. In fact, at the start of the war last year, I could sleep soundly in the passenger seat of a truck."


"Yes, and not to mention something as far back, during the recent Battle of Yeisk, I also slept together with the staff of the Headquarters in a storeroom that served as the headquarters, and I could still hear the 'beep beep beep' of the radio while sleeping."


Yakov looked a bit dizzy, "Being able to fight and sleeping and eating with the soldiers, you sound like Suvorov come again."


Chapter 13 Night in Abawahan (Extra update 5/81)