Alley struggle

Before I could even process what had happened, a large fist suddenly shot out and struck me right in the face, and then everything went black.

As I opened my eyes, I surprisingly found myself standing in the midst of a grassy vast plain. However, grass were not the only thing present around me, rows upon rows of men dressed in oddly familiar blue colored uniforms and carrying what appeared to be muskets were marching past me.

At that very moment, after a brief and careful inspection, I came to realize that they were American soldiers, back during the Revolutionary War.

But the question is... Where the fuck am I? and how the hell did I end up in here?

The first thing I sensed when I first found myself in here, were the rhythmic stomps of their boots striking the earth and the distant, continuous beats of drummers, creating a mesmerizing symphony that seemed to hang in the air. Amidst this auditory dance, commands like 'Eyes front!' bellowed by nearby sergeants added to the tapestry of