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

August 15, United Kingdom Mainland, Federation Army Air Force Eighth Air Force Headquarters.


Lieutenant Colonel Miles had just sat down when Major Johnny next to him leaned in and asked, "Have you heard?"


The lieutenant colonel looked puzzled, "Heard what?"


"Our new commander wants us to bomb the Prosen mainland without any fighter escorts."


Lieutenant Colonel Miles: "I thought it was something else. Haven't we always bombed the Prosen mainland without escorts before the auxiliary fuel tanks were in use?"


Major Johnny: "I have ten more bombings before I can go home, and I don't want to dance on the knife's edge for the next ten bombings!"


"You see Fang Jimo over there; he can go home after four more missions. He's the closest pilot to going home among those who haven't yet, and he should be the first to raise an objection," said Miles.


Johnny was about to say something when a command came from the doorway, "Everyone stand up!"


Chapter 11 The New Regulations of the Eighth Air Squadron