It is, in fact, legitimately true that a downside of recruiting your armies from across more than four hundred years of time and military development, and recruiting heavily from elite specialist organizations and/or Chaotic societies, is that your army will not be optimized for modern warfare. A great many of his berserkers are wielding greataxes, greatswords, and orc double-axes; a great many of his Hellknights fight with longsword and kite shield, as knights fought from foot four hundred years ago, and fewer than one champion in ten is drilled in the pike square. His cavalry rides slow zombie horses or necrocrafts that come out of his and his under-necromancers' Animate Dead budgets, for horses cannot be grateful for being rescued from Hell, or else are the rare handful of knights with a knack for bonding with their steeds so well that the horses could bear the stench of the dead, and there are few of those. On this battlefield he has little strength of horse, though still a little more than Lastwall's four hundred knights, and he would not pit his against theirs and risk the losses he might face.
On the other hand, numbers.
Fourteen thousand skeletal champions and assorted other undead who are heading downstream on riverboats or marching on the banks of the stream will amass their vast forces of infantry, including several thousand archers, and it can be fairly said that they offer the Lozeri militias a quizzical look.
Ksiaze, flying circles above the army on his zombie gryphon, will send a herald across the banks - one of the villagers who grew up under the shadow of his rule:
"The great Wielki Ksiaze offers you an opportunity to surrender."