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

November 3rd, Kazarlia First Front Army meets enemy forces, 0730 hrs.


Filippov, hearing the whistling, put down his binoculars.


He had grown accustomed to the sounds of artillery preparation from the battalion headquarters position, but the new military chaplain seemed not yet used to it.


Filippov: "How is it, feeling fresh to hear the cannons firing in the battalion's bunker?"


"Indeed." The young priest looked somewhat uncomfortable, continuously fiddling with the Holy Emblem in his left hand, "But I'm more worried about whether I can do this job well, Filippov Davarish. Just last week I was still a company chaplain, this is all moving too fast."


Filippov: "Three months ago you were a battalion commander, last year a company commander, this is the damn war, you have to adapt, Priest Davarish."


"I'll try." The priest continued to toy with the Holy Emblem.


Chapter 39: Winter Offensive in 916 (8K)