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

    October 3, 916, Ronez City, First Front Army Headquarters, Kazarlia.


    After entering the Headquarters, Wang Zhong handed his coat to Vasily.


    Vasily: "It doesn't seem to be raining much outside."


    Wang Zhong: "Yes, I only got this wet walking over. Weather forecast?"


    Pavlov: "It's just light rain for the coming week, which can be negligible in terms of transportation impact."


    Wang Zhong: "What about its impact on aircraft take-offs and landings?"


    "It can be neglected for now, so aerial reconnaissance is still normal," said Pavlov while spreading a stack of aerial reconnaissance photos across the table like a deck of poker cards, his gestures reminiscent of a skilled gambler.


    Wang Zhong approached the table and casually picked up a photo: "Summarize it."


Chapter 35 Confrontation