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 20, 0800 hours, in the village of Karinka, Corps Command of the First Cavalry Army Group.


At the hitching posts in front of Headquarters, there were high-headed horses fastened tightly.


Children from the village were sitting on the wall of the Headquarters' courtyard, asking Misha, the Coachman who was tending to the horses, "Misha! Why are there so many horses?"


"We are the Cavalry Army Group, we're meant to have a lot of horses," Misha replied. "Today is the day when officers above battalion level have meetings; we're about to attack."


The child was delighted, "Are we going to kill the Prosens?"


"Yes, we are going to kill the Prosens again!"


"Are you going too?" the child asked again.


Misha felt uneasy: "I'm just fifteen years old; they only let me be a hired hand. Even this job, I had to beg the Military Chaplain for it. I told him my family was blown up by the Prosens, leaving me alone, asking if I could go to the front line to see up close how they die.


Chapter 57 Hatred