"Onward! My sons! We cannot afford to crumble over here! If we fail! We shall lose every thing we have gained on the path to here!" The emperor shouted out at his soldiers with his emerald engraved sword, waving it in the air and holding the front line side by side with his men. His horse has already be slain by an arrow in to its neck during that down pour of arrows a few minutes ago. But Constantine is not frightened by this at all, he has seen even bigger projectiles coming at him before for multiple times.