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

September 5, 0400 hours, the West Bank of the Dibo River, Position of Prosen's Sixteenth Infantry Division.


Sergeant Andreas observed the Antean position across the river through a pair of captured binoculars.


"Sergeant!" a youthful voice came from behind, "I've just oiled the machine gun!"


Andreas turned around and saw the new recruit's youthful face.


Private Malamon was still a child, a real child.


More than a year ago, when Andreas first joined the unit, he wasn't as young. He had already served more than half a year of national labor, building the West Wall in Carolingian. After finishing labor service, he underwent six months of new recruit training. By the time he arrived at the unit, he was already 21, an adult.


But Private Malamon was only eighteen this year, his face still bearing the marks of youth.


Andreas even suspected he had lied about his age, that he was actually just a seventeen-year-old brat.


Chapter 17: The Autumn Cannonade