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Core and Pancharatra: Listening to Duryodhana's whining and complaint Bhishma assured him of his full effort. He asks to mobilize the entire Kaurava army for next day.
Sanjaya said:
Then, O great king, the heroes, having offended each other, returned to their respective camps, covered in blood.
After resting and honoring each other as per the custom, they appeared ready and armed again, eager to engage in battle.
Then, overwhelmed with anxiety, your son, O king, with his body smeared with flowing blood, asked the grandfather.
The fierce and terrifying armies, properly arrayed with many banners, tore apart and crushed their enemies. The heroes, swift in their chariots, belonged to the Pandavas.
Having bewildered all the renowned warriors in the battle, I entered the formidable crocodile-shaped formation, which was as strong as a diamond, and was ultimately vanquished by Bhima with his dreadful arrows that shone like the rod of death.
Upon seeing him angry, the king was so frightened that he fainted and could not find peace today. I hope, by your grace, O truthful one, to achieve victory and defeat the sons of Pandu.
Smiling, the great soul, knowing Duryodhana's anger, the wise son of Ganga, the best among warriors, calmly replied to him.
With great effort, having penetrated the enemy's army, I, with all my heart, wish to bring you victory and happiness, O prince, and I do not hide myself for your sake.
These are the fierce and numerous great charioteers, renowned and most heroic, skilled in weaponry, who are allies of the Pandavas in battle, overcoming fatigue and spewing the venom of anger.
They cannot be easily defeated here, as they are strengthened by valor and have enmity with you. I will fight them with all my strength, even if it means giving up my life, O brave king.
O great one, in battle for your sake, my life is not to be protected today. For your sake, I would burn all the worlds with gods and demons, let alone your enemies here.
I will fight the Pāṇḍavas, O king, and do everything that pleases you. Hearing this, Duryodhana, though initially unbelieving, became pleased.
All the armies, delighted, were ordered to go out quickly, and thus thousands of chariots, horses, foot soldiers, and elephants moved out as commanded.
O King, your great forces, filled with joy and equipped with various weapons, stationed with elephants, horses, and foot soldiers, shone brilliantly.
The well-equipped elephant troops, stationed in groups, shone all around. O king, your army troops, skilled in weapons and missiles, were mounted on chariots.
The dust raised by the chariots, infantry, elephants, and horses, properly driven in battle, appeared like the color of the young sun, covering the sun's rays.
The flags on the chariots and elephants fluttered in the wind, spinning all around. In the battle, O king, they appeared in various colors, like lightning in the sky with clouds.
The kings stretched their bows, creating a tumultuous and terrifying noise, reminiscent of the ancient churning of the ocean by the gods and demons.
The terrible sound, with its many forms and colors, arose from your sons, becoming an army that was the destroyer of the enemy's forces, resembling a mass of clouds at the end of an era.
