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: "Is this Lady Maria Vasilyevna Bratov?"


"Yes." Maria first looked at Wang Zhong's face, then her gaze fell on the five stars of his military rank, "Could it be... General Rokossovsky?"


"Yes, I came..." Wang Zhong had rehearsed many times in his heart, but at this moment, he was still at a loss for words and could only pull out the handwritten casualty notification that had warmed in his pocket, then took the package containing personal effects from Ludmila's hands.


Maria turned around, laid the sleeping baby on the chair beside the door, then vigorously wiped her face before turning back to take the package and letter.


Wang Zhong clearly saw the moisture around her eyes, evidently, the wiping she did just now was to clean away tears.


Chapter 9 The Meaning of Victory