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

Outside Lokotov City, beside a destroyed railway track.


Filippov stood on the earthen slope observing the distant Lokotov City through his binoculars.


"Captain," his bodyguard spoke up, "this is where you first saw combat, isn't it?"


Filippov nodded, "Yes, I was a lieutenant back then. Three thousand of us from the school were conscripted and reassigned to Marshal Rocosov's combat group."


The bodyguard excitedly said, "Knowing that you were going to fight under Marshal Rocosov, you all must have been thrilled."


Filippov continued to watch the enemy and responded nonchalantly, "He wasn't that famous at the time, even though the battle reports claimed he wiped out dozens or even hundreds of Prosen tanks. Back then, if someone could hold off the Prosens for a day or even a few hours, the reports would say they wiped out dozens or hundreds of Prosen tanks."


The bodyguard exclaimed in surprise, "Really? Doesn't that cause misjudgments?"


Chapter 22 On top of the high mound, listening to the group leader talking about the past