Abbarhas was in a good mood at the moment, objectively speaking, his legion had performed very well. The fodder troops had fulfilled their responsibility of 'forming human ladders', and the main forces were fighting fiercely, still battling stubbornly on the city walls. As for that bunch of idiots on the battlefield who were currently killing each other...
"Sniel! What the hell are your men doing!?" Abbarhas roared angrily at his gaunt colleague, "Did you personally train those cockroach-eaters? Why are they just as idiotic as you? My men are fighting a bloody battle, and what is your cannon fodder doing? If they had even a tiny bit more brains than a rock, we would have already taken that fortress for our great Mother!"
The face of the Crafty Demon Sniel turned even darker, and he glanced at the hopping Abbarhas before replying coldly:
