Across the Thirteen

The year is 1775, and war is no longer a whisper. As a newly commissioned officer, you’ve been handed command of men who will follow your orders into mud, smoke, and musket fire. Whether you ride beneath the King’s banner or fight for liberty with the Continental cause, your choices will shape the course of rebellion. You’ll march into ambushes and skirmishes, drill raw recruits into soldiers, and face the chaos of open battle lines breaking, drums pounding, sabers flashing in the sun. You’ll walk village streets where loyalties shift with the wind, dine with loyalists one day and dodge rebel snipers the next. This is no myth. No clean war. Just two armies, thirteen colonies, and the first sparks of a nation’s birth or its ruin.