Don't pull yer whiskers out, we've still got a trick or two to play. These green beasts may outnumber us but they scare easy. I've seen it a hundred times: the troops will scatter if their leader falls.
There's a mass o' filth forming up north of here, led by a greenskin taller than any I've ever seen. Gorglut, he's called. Take him down and the lads will see to his boys.