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: "Your Majesty, please wait a moment."


Then he clamped the receiver between his shoulder and ear and turned to Pavlov: "What did you just say?"


"Yesterday night, a regiment of new medium tanks was delivered, a total of 42. The tank operators came as well, but there are no supply troops, not a single tank trailer or repair vehicle," Pavlov replied.


Pavlov shrugged: "Of course, we can. Many tank regiments have been wiped out, but the repair camps are still operational. They're in areas we've captured behind enemy lines. A brigade equipped with new tanks can encounter repair units all along their advance through the breakthrough."


Wang Zhong internally complained, Pavlov, you bushy-browed fellow, are now cracking jokes about Hell, as if having Vasily around wasn't enough for the headquarters.


Pavlov stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds and asked: "Do I need to dig latrines?"


Chapter 43 The Task of the New Tank