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

On the evening of August 11, Wang Zhong finished his work and returned to the manor, only to be taken aback as he walked through the door.


"What's with this outfit?" Wang Zhong couldn't help but ask.


In Wang Zhong's memory, Ludmila was either clad in military uniform, wearing a church robe, or dressed in a courtly gown.


Even the riding skirts she wore for outings were imbued with the air of a European court.


But now, Ludmila was wearing a dress that seemed to have come straight out of a Marilyn Monroe movie!


Wang Zhong couldn't help but rub his eyes and take a closer look.


Ludmila looked down at the dress—it wasn't enough for her just to look down due to her figure; she had to bend over slightly and lean forward to see the hem of the short dress.


Wang Zhong nodded like a pecking chicken, "Like it, like it! I really, really like it."


Ludmila: "Then should I wear this tomorrow to Balas?"


Chapter 7 The Balas Conference Begins