Getting The Fireline Into Position image - Warsword Conquest mod for Mount & Blade: Warband

Our Dwarven allies will not allow the Chaos dwarves to destroy us! Neither will Sigmar! The Empire, the Tsardom of Kislev and the dwarves will prevail! They have brought up their firepower. We have our own!!!Handgunners of the Empire stand ready! Fiiiire!!!!
'The volley of bullets hit the lines of Chaos dwarves and hobgoblins as they continue forming up.'
The dwarven legions swing from the flanks and the demigryph knights charge in from the rear, surrounding the Chaos dwarves and hobgoblins. We have won the day.

And then you're slumbering form stirred, your head ringing ceaselessly with a dull, growing pain. You bring your hand to the source of the throbbing pain, but something bars your efforts. Your limbs, while sore, feel heavy and bare, as does your neck. You finally will your eyes to open, the blood and grime flaking away and biting at your skin, but that pain is nothing to the ache in your skull.
Your vision is blury, but you can make out the heraldry of the Hocheland handgunners you had been commanding. You blink away the blurriness, and you suddenly wish you hadn't. You are not in the chapel of Sigmar, nor are you atop the ramparts you had once commanded over. In fact, you seem to recognize something in the distance, those very same ramparts, and the blaze of the city your were sworn to protect.
At this, you lurch forward, clumsily rising to your feet, tripping over heavy iron chains and the bodies of the unconscious, halted by the presence of heavy iron bars that burned with an infernal touch. You fling yourself back, tripping over a form of a stout figure. After untangling your bindings, you begin to register the shaking of the ground, or rather, the cart you rode in.
All around you are those who fought alongside you; The Hocheland riflemen, the cassocks of the Tsar, the Dwarfs of Karak Kadrin... All are wounded, all are chained, all are enslaved; as are you.

Glory to the Dawi Zarr!

just then, as the dust settles and the images grow dim you take one last look at your hand. on the back is the image of the cult of sigmar. the great twin tailed comet. it heralded you this day, just as it may. for it calls to you. and on this battlefield holy stars from the gods rain around you. this is the moment you had always dreamed of. this is your patronage to the great house of sigmar. just as he gained favor from ulric you shall gain favor in his image. you know what you must do. you know your worth. you know what beckons unto you. once again you rise to the call. once again you clench your sword through sweat stained mitts. and once again you will slay the beasts of chaos. what is another battle to countless souls laid to rest? you will carve your future through the bodies of your enemy. through the existence of the axe father himself. and he shall revel in the day you stood for your god. for he is war incarnate. and you are the peace that shall befall these lands.

Those are actually hobgoblins riding on the backs of chaos dwarfs.

Don't the chaos dwarves use them as cannon fodder pretty much?

So will they have wolves for mounts or...?

Yes, those chaos-dwarfs-as-mounts will themselves be mounted on wolves. I call it a cavalry ziggurat.

but can you mount the wolf on a bull centaur, and the bull centaur on a Lammasu?

I believe that's how skavenblight got started. You go too far sir!

Yes.