Chapter 95

Lin Yifan and several thousand lobster soldiers were sprinting across the plain, with the vast and imposing blue-clad Continental Army of North America in hot pursuit.

"Something's not right. According to historical facts, the ones being chased should be the Americans!"

As he ran, Lin Yifan thought, occasionally glancing back at the neatly lined, high-spirited Continental Army. If following historical events, it should be these royal soldiers chasing the Americans, not the other way around!

Could this be Yorktown, where the British were defeated during the American Revolution? But it doesn't seem like it!

Because there are no Frenchmen around. When the Americans gained independence, the Continental Army just played a minor role, and nothing significant happened.

Lin Yifan remembered a tragic historical event. King Louis XVI of France had taken all the money from the national treasury to support the Americans in their war for independence. The Americans won, but France went bankrupt, and the king was sent to the guillotine. It was a very dramatic turn of events.

But now, among the blue-clad soldiers, Lin Yifan couldn't see a single Frenchman, only the Continental Army of North America.

So the only possibility was that the plot or history had been altered by a time traveler. Now, the one commanding the Continental Army was a time traveler!

After running for a while, Lin Yifan increasingly felt that if they kept running, they would be driven into the sea.

He was wearing an officer's uniform, and even with an East Asian face, he was still a British officer.

Since the arbiters could command the Continental Army, he should be able to command these lobster soldiers.

As he ran, Lin Yifan looked around, rushed to a flag bearer, and forcibly took the flag, shouting, "Rally! Re-form the ranks!"

At first, no one paid attention to Lin Yifan, and many soldiers ran past him.

Seeing the soldiers' indifference, Lin Yifan's face turned angry. If they kept running, they would run all the way back home!

At this moment, Lin Yifan grabbed a soldier and shouted, "Stop, damn it!"

The British soldier pushed Lin Yifan away and continued running. A defeated army was like a collapsing mountain; a few shouts wouldn't stabilize the situation.

Seeing the soldier ignore him, Lin Yifan immediately drew his musket and fired a shot at his back.

Bang!

Thick smoke billowed, and the fleeing soldier grunted and fell to the grass, clutching his wound and moaning in pain.

However, this action proved effective. Soon, a dozen soldiers stopped in fear, looking at the man who had been shot by his own side.

"Don't run so fast, run with me, and re-form the ranks!"

Lin Yifan knew they still had to run, but they couldn't run in chaos. They needed to gather these thousands of red-coated soldiers. Even a few hundred would be better than leaving their backs to the enemy.

At the same time, Lin Yifan was also looking for the three figures of Saeko Tokishima and the others.

Thus, Lin Yifan, holding the British flag, continuously gathered the fleeing soldiers and stragglers into his ranks.

Behind them, the Continental Army, driven by bloodlust, executed the British soldiers in batches who were only focused on fleeing and unable to organize any resistance.

From an aerial view of the entire plain, one could see a large cluster of red dots gathering around Lin Yifan, with scattered red dots converging on his group.

To the north, the Continental Army was lined up in rows, advancing like waves.

At this moment, Lin Yifan, holding the flag, suddenly noticed a cavalry unit charging from the side. As he gradually gathered a few hundred men, he had likely caught the attention of the opposing commander.

"Form a square! A square formation against cavalry, quickly, if you don't want to die!"

Lin Yifan knew that against cavalry, there was no way to escape. Two legs couldn't outrun four, especially with the momentum of the cavalry. The thundering hooves and the psychological pressure they exerted on the "short" infantry were terrifying.

Not to mention the regular soldiers, Lin Yifan, hearing the thundering hooves and seeing the curved sabers of the light cavalry, felt the ground tremble under the hooves.

The infantry looked at each other, but those who were slightly calmer knew they couldn't run.

Soon, under Lin Yifan's command, a formation of about 270 men formed a square!

The soldiers formed a square with an open center, two rows deep.

The front row crouched, the back row stood, and everyone aimed their muskets at the charging cavalry.

Lin Yifan, holding a cane, noticed that the soldiers beside him were trembling.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Lin Yifan shouted, "Don't fire yet, wait until they're closer, follow my command!"

At this moment, the light cavalry, like a force of nature, cut through the fleeing soldiers with their curved sabers, advancing in a triangular formation.

Lin Yifan gripped his cane tightly, his palms sweating. Since entering, he hadn't had a moment to react, first retreating, then organizing a group, and now facing cavalry.

Clearly, on a plain full of fleeing soldiers, while others were desperately running, Lin Yifan's formation stood out as a unique sight.

"Don't tremble, aim, and wait for my command. Soldiers on other sides, don't panic, hold your ground!"

Lin Yifan ran around the formation, watching the approaching cavalry. At this moment, a few band members, fleeing in panic, were pulled into the formation by Lin Yifan.

"Play the music! Quickly!"

The two band members, still in shock from the retreat, were forcibly dragged to the center of the square.

Under Lin Yifan's angry shouts, the two, one playing the drum and the other the flute, began to play.

Lin Yifan, listening to the music, watched the approaching cavalry and suddenly hummed, "We are all sharpshooters, each bullet eliminates an enemy... Wait, why does this military music sound so familiar?"

After humming for a while, Lin Yifan realized this was the original version of the sharpshooter's song!

In this era, maintaining order and giving commands relied entirely on the band's music. The various military marches were products of this period.

However, Lin Yifan didn't have time to dwell on this, as the cavalry was now less than a hundred meters away.

Bang!

The thundering hooves were deafening. One British soldier, unable to bear the fear, fired a shot, triggering a chain reaction, and several more shots rang out.

"Damn it, didn't you hear me? Stop firing! Reload, and move to the left!"

Lin Yifan forcibly pulled out a few soldiers who had fired randomly and had others take their places.

Rumble!

The thundering hooves and the neighing of horses made Lin Yifan's eardrums ache, and he could clearly see the hot breath from the horses' nostrils!

Seventy meters!

"Follow my command, prepare!"

Raising his cane, Lin Yifan's forehead was drenched in sweat, and the soldiers on the front line were sweating profusely.

It took immense courage for the fleeing soldiers to organize a counterattack against the unstoppable cavalry.

Fifty meters, the faces of the cavalry were clearly visible, too close, too close.

"Ready!" Lin Yifan shouted.

Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty-five meters...

"Fire!"

Bang, bang, bang!

A volley of shots, thick smoke billowed, and the light cavalry, crashing into the square, were thrown off their horses. Bayonets clashed, but many cavalry still broke through the formation, causing it to scatter.