This round, too, had been a case of plans failing to keep pace with change, but at the same time, it had brought a trace of gravity to Marshal Adolf's face.
The greenskin army had always been lacking in tactical discipline. After the Greenskin Emperor's death, Marshal Adolf had originally thought that the greenskin army would fall into internal chaos and become a scattered rabble.
But now, it seemed that things were clearly not that simple.
Had the two greenskin great kings from the Blood Hand Clan or the Bloodthirsty Clan reorganized the greenskin forces?
As for this question, Marshal Adolf did not appear particularly troubled.
To him, whether it was Blood Hand Great King or Bloodthirsty Great King, their allied forces now had Holy Roland I and the Zhou Emperor, two top-tier powerhouses, holding down the fort. In the battle to come, the only suspense was how long the greenskins could struggle under their purge.
Although this showed signs of being somewhat overconfident, it was precisely because of that that Marshal Adolf's entire state of mind was as steady as Mount Tai. The rout of the vanguard had not affected him much.
In Marshal Adolf's eyes, as long as the main allied forces arrived, any problem would be solved with ease.
Sending out the vanguard had merely been meant to help them achieve that goal more quickly.
With that as the premise, the greenskins' actions were essentially no different from a dying struggle in his eyes.
In fact, Li Ce basically agreed with Marshal Adolf's views and arrangements.
The decisive victory or defeat had already been determined on the previous battlefield. From that point onward, the war between the allied forces and the greenskins had officially entered its final stage.
But even the final stage had its own tasks