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 had just gotten off the plane when he saw Journalist Mike and his colleague, leading two other unfamiliar faces of white men.


"Mike, I was wondering how a meeting destined to go down in history, like the Balas Conference, could take place without you," Wang Zhong teased as he approached Mike.


Mike flashed a bitter smile, "It's because the real big-time journalists want the credit, so I graciously stepped aside."


Wang Zhong, "I thought you were the ace reporter of your newspaper."


"Speaking of getting news, I am. But I don't have a governor for a father-in-law, so I had to yield to that guy—the one who interviewed you. I read his report; it missed the point and lacked any provocativeness. Publishing something like that on the front page might even affect the sale of war bonds. But the guy has a governor as his father-in-law and can do whatever he wants."


Wang Zhong, "Is that how the Federation is nowadays?"


Chapter 14 Preparing for the Offensive