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

Filippov: "Isn't it a bit of a waste for a General like you to personally command a machine gun?"


"Isn't it a waste for a Marshal to personally command a tank?" Yegorov retorted.


Filippov: "But when the Marshal personally leads a tank charge, it boosts our morale!"


"So my commanding a machine gun wouldn't boost your morale?"


Filippov shook his head: "No, we'd just worry about your safety."


"What about the Marshal's safety then?"


Before Filippov could reply, Misha chimed in: "He's a Marshal, a Living Saint, protected by Saint Andrew's angels. Some of us even saw an angel, wearing armor with six silver nails on its head."


Yegorov: "What? They actually saw it? Damn, I want to see too. The Division Commander always charges without taking me, just enjoying himself. Sukabule, next time I hear he's charging, I'll charge too and leave all the Headquarters stuff to the Chief of Staff."


Filippov and the others exchanged looks.


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