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

Andreas: "Have the forces guarding the key area also retreated? Then who's defending Ronied?"


"I don't know, maybe the navy, maybe no one. It's not our concern. We just need to try and stay alive."


"Yes, do you still entertain thoughts of glory for the Empire? We've already served the Empire loyally; we keep firing our machine guns because it's more likely we'll survive this way, don't you think?"


Kosolek took a sip of his soup, clearly unable to accept the taste, furrowing his brow.


Andreas was about to sharply criticize the Sergeant's words when he saw a group of three Constitutional Guards approaching.


The Constitutional Guards donned black leather coats, wore silver badges, and carried MP40s, their complexions rosy, not at all like Andreas and the others, the unfortunate souls who had come from miles away.


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