Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

Chapter 421: Grassland Battle with an Enemy Ten Times Stronger Than Ours
The camera moves down and back to the front of the cavalry.

Lin Yuan was seen wearing a black Ming Guang armor and riding a brown Mongolian horse.

Behind him followed an extremely majestic red warhorse and baggage horses carrying various combat supplies.

"Boss, is this clearing operation really dangerous?" Meng Tao, who was wearing Shanwen chain mail, said beside Lin Yuan.

Meng Tao plays Lin Yuan's deputy general. With a full beard and a sturdy physique, he looks like a fierce general.

"The general ordered us to go out of the border in October to wipe out the enemy. If you still can't figure out what's wrong, you've followed me for nothing all these years." Lin Yuan replied.

"It's just a case of using a knife to kill someone. That bastard Li Jie asked you for a bribe, but it didn't work, so he did it to you." Meng Tao said gritting his teeth.

"Since he has set up this plan, the number of enemies will definitely far exceed ours. Are you afraid?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Afraid? Hahahaha, I'm just afraid that I won't encounter the enemy and it will be a wasted trip.

The stronger the enemy, the more excited I am.

I want to rip their heads off and smash them in front of Li Jie, and watch him swallow his anger and take credit for us." Meng Tao laughed.

"Your courage is commendable, but don't be careless. Our enemy this time is definitely not easy to deal with." Lin Yuan was very satisfied with Meng Tao's courage, but still persuaded him.

"I am 29 years old this year. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that others will say I am a coward. If one day I die on the way to charge, I will definitely smile in my grave." Meng Tao said proudly.

In Hedong Town, there's a popular saying: "You're already 30, why aren't you dead yet? You must be a coward, right?"

The border troops are all hot-blooded men who are not afraid of death.

Meng Tao never thought he could live past 30.

If you survive past 30 by being a coward, you will be looked down upon and unable to hold your head up.

The more experienced a soldier is, the braver he fights and the more he wants to prove himself with outstanding achievements.

Lin Yuan nodded and patted his shoulder heavily.

"Da da da da da~"

Accompanied by the sound of galloping horses.

The scout rode up to Lin Yuan and reported, "Twelve miles northwest, on the banks of the Morigele River, we've spotted about 12 Turkic tents. This is suspected to be the location of the enemy tribe."

Lin Yuan calculated the distance and found that it should be nearby.

He looked towards the northwest, where there was a small hill. After climbing over the hill, he should be able to see the enemy tribe.

Lin Yuan then signaled to Meng Tao beside him, "Pass the order down and march quickly."

Upon hearing the news, Meng Tao immediately became excited. He took out the horn beside him, put it to his mouth, and blew it hard.

“Woo~~~~Woo~~~~Woo~”

Three blasts of the horn, two long and one short, mean a quick march.

The so-called rapid march is one of the cavalry's marching orders.

There are four types of cavalry marching paces:
The first is a slow walk, with a horse speed of 8 to 14 miles per hour. When a single horse is walking, you can clearly hear the four hoof sounds of "da~da~da~da~da".

The second type is trot, with a horse speed of 18 to 24 miles per hour. When a single horse is moving, only two hoof sounds can be heard, "da~da~".

The third type is running, with a horse speed of 24 to 30 miles per hour. When a single horse is moving, the hoof sounds become continuous.

The fourth type is assault infantry. The speed of cavalry charging at full speed can reach 18 meters per second, or 130 miles per hour.

When marching, cavalry generally conserves horsepower and adopts a method of alternating between slow walking for 2 miles and fast walking for 2 miles.

However, when conducting a forced march, they would advance by alternating between 2 miles of slow walking, 4 miles of fast walking, or even 6 miles of fast walking.

The horn command blown by Meng Tao was to march quickly.

This means that the entire cavalry team will rotate at a pace of 2 miles slow walk and 6 miles fast walk to quickly approach the target.

According to the scout's report, the distance to the enemy is 12 miles, and it will take about 40 minutes to reach them.

When the cavalry unit led by Lin Yuan reached the top of the hill, they saw a large number of Turkic tents below.

Turkic tent, also known as felt tent or yurt.

The shape is much taller than today's yurts. There is no skylight on the top and a door on one side. The exterior is made of wooden sticks in a checkered pattern, and two thick ropes are used to block the pattern, dividing the squares made of wooden sticks into three groups. The doorway is high and narrow, making it easy to enter and exit.

These Turkic tents were set up on the east side of the Morigele River for easy access to drinking water.

Finally finding the enemy, Meng Tao excitedly said, "I must chop off ten heads this time!"

"I'm afraid it's not enough. The enemy's number is ten times ours." Lin Yuan replied calmly.

The number of Turkic tents reached thousands. Under normal circumstances, a Turkic tent represented a family centered around an adult male.

Adult and married men would live alone in separate tents.

All the men in the Turkic tribes are warriors, which means there will be at least a thousand enemies, but probably no more than two thousand.

But Lin Yuan said it was more than ten times?
Doesn't that mean there are more than 4000 Turkic warriors below?

(We didn’t use that many war horses during filming; we used a few hundred for real shots, and the rest were produced in post-production.)
When Lin Yuan's cavalry appeared on the slope, the Turks in the tribe also discovered them at the first time.

"Woo~" A rapid horn sounded from the Turkic tribe.

A large number of Turkic soldiers poured out of the tents, quickly mounted their horses, and quickly gathered together.

"Damn it! They knew we were coming and were waiting for us to come knocking on their doorstep," Meng Tao cursed. "The enemy's numbers far exceed the size of this tribe. It seems they must have assembled in advance."

"It's obvious that our whereabouts have been betrayed to the Turks." Lin Yuan said.

"Boss, are we still going to fight this battle?" This was the first time Meng Tao faced an enemy that was ten times his size, so he inevitably felt a little timid.

"Whose legacy are we inheriting? Have our ancestors ever fought this kind of battle?" Lin Yuan asked.

"We inherited the Black Armored Cavalry, winning with fewer troops and targeting elite troops!" Meng Tao answered loudly.

Lin Yuan's troops inherited their military spirit from the Black Armored Cavalry at the founding of the Tang Dynasty. The military god Li Shimin led this army and won countless victories on the battlefield with fewer troops and achieved miraculous results.

Going further back, the Guanlong military group represented by the Black Armored Cavalry inherited from the Wuchuan Group during the Northern Wei and Western Wei periods.

Heba Yue, Heba Sheng, Yuwen Tai, Li Hu, Zhao Gui, Houmochen Chong... these names of generals have created countless miracles on the battlefield where the few defeated the many.

This army with a well-ordered tradition has never been afraid in the face of a superior enemy in the past, and it is even more impossible today!

"Pass on my orders, put on armor! Prepare to fight! Execute pre-planned tactics!" Lin Yuan issued combat orders.

Meng Tao blew the command horn and handed it to the deputy beside Lin Yuan.

"Boss, I'm going to make some preparations. See you later." Meng Tao rode his horse towards the rear team.

Lin Yuan and the soldiers beside him began to quickly remove the horse armor from the baggage horses.

"Hua La~" accompanied by the sound of metal armor.

He put on the horse armor on the back of the red warhorse and quickly fastened his saddlebags.

The warhorse's head and tail protective gear had already been put on, and all that was left was to put on the back armor.

During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the intensity of war in the north was much higher than that in the south.

This has led to intense competition and internal conflicts among cavalry.

Before the Three Kingdoms period, horse armor was mainly made of leather. After the Eastern Jin Dynasty, metal horse armor became popular.

Armored cavalry developed rapidly, and horse lances over four meters in length began to be widely used. The Black Armored Cavalry was the ultimate culmination of this.

At its peak, the Tang Dynasty had a reserve of over 70 war horses, and the armor rate of the Tang army exceeded %, with some troops having even higher rates.

In less than a minute, Lin Yuan had put on his horse armor and completed his pre-battle preparations.

The soldiers beside him also skillfully completed the preparations for the charge in a very short time.

At this time, nearly 4000 enemy cavalry had assembled and were marching towards Lin Yuan in orderly steps.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The dense sound of horse hooves merged into one, making a shocking sound that shook the earth and made people feel terrified.

When thousands of cavalrymen march in unison, their momentum is already terrifying, and if they launch a charge, it will be like thunder.

The four thousand cavalrymen made the shock even more intense.

The dark mass of Turkic cavalry swept in like a huge black wave.

In comparison, Lin Yuan's cavalry unit of more than 400 people on the hillside seemed extremely small and isolated.

Although Lin Yuan's troops were located in an advantageous position on the hillside, the enemy had ten times more troops, which made them full of confidence and determined to crush Lin Yuan in one battle.

Facing a powerful enemy, there was no trace of fear on Lin Yuan's face, only calmness and composure.

He decisively gave the order: "Go!"

With an order, the cavalry unit behind him split into three.

Two cavalry units, each with about 100 men, split off and began to run backwards down the hillside.

Is he a deserter?
how is this possible.

A cavalry of 100 men, led by Meng Tao himself, all wearing mountain-patterned chain mail and holding lances more than 4 meters long, galloped towards the northeast.

This was a standard cavalry unit, with the cavalry wearing chain mail and the horses not wearing armor to reduce the load and maintain higher mobility.

Meng Tao's combat mission was to attack the enemy from the right wing after Lin Yuan led the armored cavalry to charge the enemy head-on and deliver a fierce right hook.

The other 100-man cavalry were mainly wearing leather armor and were standard light cavalry.

This force will maneuver to the enemy's rear at the highest speed.

At the most critical moment, he rushed out and stabbed the enemy in the back.

Although light cavalry has the lowest defense and the weakest charging ability, its highest mobility allows this unit to quickly go around the enemy's rear and completely disrupt the enemy at critical moments.

With the departure of the two cavalry units, there were only 200 people left on the hillside, appearing even more outnumbered.

But Lin Yuan was not afraid at all. He raised his hand and said, "Open!"

The 200 heavily armored cavalrymen behind him simultaneously drew their bows and pointed them at the sky at an upward angle.

Lin Yuan didn't need to say much. The riders in the front row consciously raised their seats to 20 degrees, those in the middle to 30 degrees, and those in the back to 40 degrees.

It is obvious that this is a unit with extremely rich combat experience.

They know how to intuitively adjust the shooting angle of the arrows according to their position to avoid all arrows being aimed at the same area, causing overflow of damage in the unit area and wasting precious output window period.

Being in a favorable position high up on the hillside will also increase the range and power of one's own arrows. By taking advantage of the first move, one can effectively disrupt the enemy's formation and create better opportunities for a frontal attack.

As the Turkic cavalry got closer, Lin Yuan judged that they had entered the shooting range.

He immediately gave the order: "Release!"

"Boom!"*200
More than two hundred bows seemed to be operated by the same person, shooting at the same time, making bowstring sounds with extremely high synchronization.

More than 200 arrows formed a black rain of arrows, covering the heads of the charging Turkic cavalry.

The Western Turks at this time were no longer the powerful Eastern and Western Turks. Not to mention metal armor, less than 10% of these Turkic warriors wore leather armor.

Faced with the arrows falling from the sky with huge kinetic energy, they could only choose to use their bodies to withstand them and hope that they were not the unlucky ones.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The sound of arrows piercing flesh was so deafening that it made one's teeth ache and shudder.

At least a hundred war horses and Turkish knights were hit by arrows.

The Turkic warrior who was shot by the arrow fell off his horse. He was dizzy and had no time to think about it before he was trampled heavily by the horses of the friendly troops galloping from behind, and was crushed into a pool of meat paste.

The warhorse that was hit by the arrow wailed and suddenly fell forward, blocking the way for the following cavalry. The collision caused chaos in the area.

Lin Yuan looked at the tragic scene in front of him coldly and continued to issue orders:

"put!"

A second wave of arrows rained down from the sky, again reaping hundreds of lives.

The Tang army was equipped with powerful bows with a greater range than the later Turkic warriors, and with the advantage of terrain, they gained two rounds of priority archery opportunities.

At this time, the Tang army on the hillside also came within the range of the Turkic army's bows and arrows.

More than 3000 Turkic warriors charged on horseback and shot arrows with bows.

With the sound of bowstrings vibrating like thunder, the Turkic army also launched a rain of arrows in counterattack.

If the arrows shot by the Tang army just now were a drizzle of spring rain.

Then the counterattack of the Turkic army at this time was like the most violent thunderstorm in summer.

A dense rain of arrows, like a torrential downpour, poured down on the Tang army.

Lin Yuan and the Tang army soldiers lowered their heads to reduce the risk of exposing their unprotected faces.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

A series of dense metal knocking sounds rang out in the Tang army formation.

Lin Yuan felt as if someone was poking him hard with a stick. He felt at least seven or eight strong hits.

But he only felt the force of the impact, but was not hurt at all.

The power of a bow and arrow is not only determined by the strength of the bow, but also by the craftsmanship of the arrow.

Whether it is the shape of the arrow, the quality of the arrow, or the toughness of the arrow shaft, it will affect the final power of the arrow.

The grassland tribes were certainly far behind the Tang Empire in metallurgical technology, so the power of their arrows would naturally be much less.

Lin Yuan knew that even the Tang army's own arrows could not penetrate the Ming Guang armor on his body.

Not to mention the Turkic warriors' arrows, which are even weaker in power.

Sure enough, the first wave of arrows from the Turkic warriors posed almost no threat to the Tang army.

Only one unlucky guy was hit by an arrow in the gap of his thigh armor.

Everyone else survived the attack unscathed.

When the enemy's counterattack failed, cheers immediately broke out in the Tang army, and morale was visibly high.

The Turkic warriors could not believe their eyes. Why were the enemy's arrows so lethal to us, while our counterattacks were so weak?

Faced with this frustrating reality, the morale of the Turkic army immediately became much depressed.

Seeing this scene, the Turkic leaders could only angrily yell at their men to speed up the charge.

They believed that as long as the two armies fought at close range, they could crush the enemy with more than ten times their numbers.

As the distance between the two armies grew closer, Lin Yuan did not issue any more orders.

Instead, he pulled out the long sword hanging on the horse's back and combined it with the steel handle.

He was born with supernatural powers and used a specially made saber instead of a lance like other knights.

"Charge!" As Lin Yuan gave the order, he squeezed his legs hard against the horse's belly, driving his mount to run faster.

The soldiers behind him followed the commander's steps closely, forming a standard cone formation behind him and heading straight into the enemy camp.

And Lin Yuan is the front end and the sharpest tip of this cone!
"Boom boom boom~" The dense sound of horse hooves was like thunder.

"Swish, swish~" The sound of armor rubbing against each other was continuous, carrying the momentum of iron and blood.

Each armored cavalryman of the Tang army had a warhorse weighing more than 400 kilograms. The knight's own weight plus the armor and weapons exceeded 130 kilograms, which together was more than half a ton. How could a high-speed charge not be shocking?

When 200 monsters weighing more than half a ton gathered together, they unleashed an extremely astonishing momentum.

It is hard to imagine that the 200 heavily armored cavalry led by Lin Yuan actually overwhelmed the Turkic cavalry, which was more than ten times their number, in momentum.

The Turkic soldiers were already terrified before they even engaged in close combat.

Facing the Tang army's heavily armored cavalry charging from above, the Turkic warriors realized for the first time:

Although they are all cavalry, the gap between cavalry can be so huge?
What kind of monster is on the other side?
Is it really useful if we have more people?
Can the long swords in our hands really cut through the enemy's armor?
The next moment, reality immediately gave the answer.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two cavalry units, like two rows of huge waves, collided violently with each other.

But it did not splash as imagined.

This scene was beyond the expectations of all the Turkic warriors.

The armored cavalry of the Tang army was like a knife heated red by flames.

But the Turkic cavalry was like cheese, easily cut and melted by a red knife.

Lin Yuan, who was leading the way, shouted loudly and slashed with his sword fiercely.

"Pfft!"

With the sound of rags tearing, a Turkic leader in front of him was split into two halves, including his horse!
The splattered blood was like a basin of water, staining his armor and cheeks red.

Lin Yuan, dressed in black and red, looks like a devil from hell, and is terrifying to look at!

(End of this chapter)