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

July 2, 2330 hours, Kazarlia First Front Army Headquarters.


Pavlov tossed a document in front of Wang Zhong, "Today's losses are in."


Wang Zhong, "Judging by your expression, the losses aren't small."


Pavlov, "If we keep fighting like this for another two days, we're going to lose all our tanks. We need to think of something."


Wang Zhong stood up and came to the map, "We're attacking, and the cumbersome artillery troops can't keep up with the advancing armored spearhead. Even the more mobile rocket artillery can't keep up; after all, car wheels maneuver less effectively on the plains than tracks.


"Apart from the Willys Jeep, no other wheeled vehicle can keep up with the armored troops.


"We did design a rocket launcher carried by the Willys Jeep, but so far it hasn't been equipped on a large scale. And the actual effectiveness still needs to be verified in combat."


Chapter 34 Armored Minced Meat