The first legitimate campaign that the company had been apart of and it was very quickly becoming apparent that their employer was trying to use them than kill them. Bel-Gond took a great deal of offense to this. Over the years while working in the company, he had been somewhat surprised to discover that Dwarves and Orcs did have something culturally in common; They both put a great deal of value in ones word. This betrayal would not be allowed to stand and their employer was going to pay what was due one way or the other.

But first they had to deal with the betrayal itself.

Bel-Gond was not the grandest of tactical minds, but his style of fighting had required him to figure out either where the bulk of the fighting was going to be taking place or what was the most vital area to hold. Depending on what they brought to bare against them, they would either try to scale the walls (A very poor idea), attempt to capture the gatehouse and open the gate (A slightly better plan) or just simply tear down a wall or gate with siege weapons (Depends largely on the situation. It might win the battle, but if you want to keep the fortress you have to repair the damage). 

Thus it was with as much speed as his armored body could muster that Bel-Gond made his way towards the gatehouse while helping to rally the pikes and the blades towards the walls. Unless the situation changed suddenly, Bel-Gond's battlefield was going to consist of the gatehouse and the area around it. If the attackers wanted to get into -this- fortress without finding themselves tired after scaling a ladder with all their equipment and outnumbered by the orcish defenders waiting for them, they were going to have to try and get past the Metal Wall first. Bel-Gond would take pity on the poor bastards that tried and give them a mercifully shift death.