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

The Emperor fell silent for a few seconds and replied, "You're right, he never makes mistakes. We need a plan for defense and counterattack."


October 15th, in Ante City, Ronied, the Kazarlian First Front Army Headquarters and the Advanced General Headquarters.


Wang Zhong entered the room, took off his raincoat, and handed it to Vasily.


As Vasily hung the raincoat on the coat rack by the door, he said, "This year's onset of winter comes with fierce rain, many areas have reported flooding."


Wang Zhong: "The climate has been strange for years, didn't it freeze over prematurely last year?"


"Report!" The communications staff bellowed at almost point-blank range.


"Sukabule! You scared the hell out of me!" Wang Zhong shouted.


Completely unapologetic, the communications staff stated, "Urgent telegram from Marshal Davarish, the Plathen Emperor has been assassinated; including Marshal Rundstedt, several high-ranking officers have perished."


Chapter 37 When Prosen Became an Unbridled Wild Horse (6K)_3