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

Adel's orders had just been issued when he heard someone exclaim over the radio, "The enemy's broken through the smoke!"


"What?" Adel quickly grabbed his binoculars and indeed saw a pot-lid shaped tank leading the charge through the smoke they had just released.


Clearly, these pot-lid tanks had a mobility advantage over the T34s, galloping across the plains like steel steeds.


Then, under Adel's gaze, the pot-lid tank came to a stop.


He thought it was getting ready to shoot in an emergency stop, but instead, the infantry disembarked, the tank remained in place to fire, allowing the other tanks to rush past.


Could it have stopped due to a mechanical failure from charging too hard?


"Sukabule!" Inside pot-lid tank tactical number 333, the tank commander cursed, "Why did it have to break down now? The Prosenians will think we've been hit!"


"I don't know either, it sounds like the drive shaft snapped," the driver said, frustrated.


Chapter 66 Pugachev's Revival