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 21st, 916, the heart of the Empire of Prosen, Eagle's Nest.


Marshal Xiplin had just exited the elevator when he saw a group of generals standing in the hallway outside the Combat Room.


Xiplin stopped in his tracks, eyeing everyone with suspicion.


Marshal Rundstedt spoke up first, "Don't worry, His Majesty just wanted to be alone for a while, so he asked us to step out for a smoke."


Celtic Marshal said, "It's understandable. His Majesty had fully anticipated Rocossov's movements this time, seized the initiative, and even drew troops from the Western Front. Personally, even upon receiving news of Rocossov's offensive, I had a drink in advance to celebrate another victory for the Empire."


"Now it's come to this, I need some quiet time too."


Xiplin looked at the Celtic Marshal, "Did you really have a drink?"


Chapter 31 Everyone Will Face Their Destined Ending (6K words)