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

Giles nodded: "Yes, in fact, we have adopted Rocossov's defense ideology in the Central Army Group. The town defenses we set up caused huge casualties to Ante's Western Front Army."


Emperor: "Do you mean we can hold them off in Melania?"


"Yes, we can hold them off. By then, Rocossov's—no, it should be Antean General Gorky's (Xiplin is still unaware that Gorky has been promoted to Marshal) tactics will no longer be effective." Xiplin said this with great confidence.


Actually, it could still be effective, but that would require the strongest light infantry troops in the world, which neither Prosen nor Ante can afford now.


Celtic Marshal took over the conversation: "We have been building defenses on the border with Ante in Melania since last year, and it is currently thirty percent complete."


"Only thirty percent?" the Emperor exclaimed, "It's been nine months!"


Chapter 31 Everyone Will Face Their Predetermined Ending (6K words)_3