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 don't do this in formal settings, at this time you should use military titles, military titles."


"Alright." Olga stepped back, adjusted her disheveled clothes, and assumed a formal posture, "Marshal Rokossov, is the sanctification ceremony proceeding smoothly?"


Olga: "From now on, you should set an example, leading our forces to even more victories!"


Wang Zhong slightly furrowed his brow, thinking that His Majesty the Tsar was not very good at making such ceremonial remarks, wondering if she had ever properly learned from her teachers when she was young.


Olga: "Don't make that face, this kind of ceremonial speech is just to be dealt with briefly. After all, I won't be the Tsar much longer, but I will be your dry sister for a very long time."


As she said this, the state ladies following her all turned pale.


Belinsky joked, "Your Majesty is quite the jester."


Chapter 2 Rokossovsky Faction's Gathering