Seeing that the two were in agreement, Tangere nodded and continued the briefing.
"My Plague Zombies will shadow the main Undead Legion, acting as a screen to mop up any enemy vanguards that break through the lines."
"Branric, your Scarecrow division will integrate with the zombies. We provide mutual cover to minimize attrition."
"Caesar, your Sword and Shield warriors are on salvage and reconnaissance duty. They need to secure high-value corpses and loot while keeping eyes on the battlefield's flux."
Tangere was no stranger to coordinating mixed-unit tactics. He had cut his teeth fighting alongside the Stoneheart Horde's regular army, coordinating with Undead cohorts, Cave Spider swarms, and Sand Scorpion battalions. He knew the rhythm of this kind of warfare.
"Gentlemen, make no mistake. We are marching into a meat grinder."
Tangere leaned forward, his expression grave. "I expect my orders to be executed without hesitation. If I say run, you run. Don't think. Just move."
