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

United Kingdom, Prime Minister's Residence.


Leonard was pacing back and forth in the office when the private secretary opened the door and came in:


"The Plathen Emperor has just issued a public telegram."


Leonard shivered: "He's not going to surrender, is he?"


"No. He's inviting Rocossov to a one-on-one duel under fair terms."


Leonard opened his mouth wide, staring at the private secretary, unable to speak for a long while.


Private Secretary: "That's really what his telegram said."


Leonard, puffing on his pipe, paced around the room in circles before asking the MI6 director present in the room: "Is the Plathen Emperor out of his mind?"


Sir Cumming from MI6 nodded: "It's possible. Considering some suspicious reports recently, it's likely he's been triggered by something."


"There have been successive mutinies among Prosen troops, abandoning their positions and heading to designated locations by the Anteans to surrender their weapons."


Chapter 16 Rocossov Forges Ahead