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

He turned back, surprised to find that the paratroopers had all already exited the cabin.


The paratrooper commander patted Mark on the shoulder: "Thank you, and good luck."


After speaking, he also turned and swiftly moved to the cabin door, jumping out without hesitation.


Mark glanced at the co-pilot: "I plan to make a forced landing on the beach."


The co-pilot didn't answer, his head drooping to the side.


Only then did Mark notice that the co-pilot had been shot at some point.


August 3, 0230 hours, Prosen Western Front Command.


Erwin Rommel pushed open the bedroom door, dressing while asking: "What is it that woke me?"


Erwin paused his buttoning, looking up at the deputy officer: "Paratroopers? Scale? Location?"


"In the Norman Duchy, the scale is still being confirmed. The resistance organization has cut off our phone lines, and we're currently in chaos."


Chapter 14 The Longest Day_3