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

Wang Zhong: "It's still better to limit it to one cup a day. I'm sticking to one cup a day now."


Marshal Gorky, looking utterly unwilling: "It's just a bit of sweet water, is it really necessary? I think I should eat less sausage at every meal."


Wang Zhong naturally steered the conversation from small talk to the current state of the war: "Any major moves from the Western Front Army this winter?"


"No. We suffered greater losses than you did in the summer campaign. Some divisions have been reduced to 5,000 men. I discussed with the Chief of Staff that if we continue suffering such losses, it would be hard to sustain, so we've decided to take the next half a year to train the troops, at least to make them last longer in battle.


"As for the frontline, we plan to launch a series of division-level offensives aimed at equalizing the front, so we can reduce the number of troops that stay in direct contact with the enemy on the front line.


Chapter 38 Christmas Offensive_2