Introduction: Cheng Ci opened his eyes. In front of him was Moscow in 1941, and behind him was the torrent of steel of the German armored group. The political commissar had already drawn his pistol and was ready to enforce battlefield discipline - as long as he said "no" again.
But they didn't know that at this moment, Cheng Ci had real-time updates on the entire Eastern Front battlefield in his mind. Manstein's intersecting route, the fuel reserves of Gudri's armored group, and even the fatally wrong order that the Führer's headquarters will issue tomorrow... The fog of war in the entire Soviet-German battlefield was in vain in front of him.
When everyone thought this was the end of the Soviet Union, he calmly pointed to a coordinate on the map that no one noticed: "Don't worry, let Zhukov move the artillery position three kilometers to the west - this battle has just begun."
