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Sanjaya said:
After Droṇa, the great archer, was killed, your sons, the mighty warriors, appeared relieved yet dejected and lost their senses.
With their faces downcast and bearing weapons, all the warriors, O lord of men, were so afflicted with grief that they did not look at each other or speak to one another.
Upon seeing them, your armies, O Bharata, appeared distressed and looked upwards, filled with numerous fears and sorrows.
O King, seeing Droṇa fallen, the weapons of these warriors, completely smeared with blood, fell from their hands.
O Bharata, those inauspicious things that were bound and hanging were seen by the great king, resembling stars in the sky.
Seeing his army in distress and motionless, as if it had lost its spirit, King Duryodhana spoke to the great king.
Relying on your strength, I summoned the Pandavas to battle, and thus this war began.
"This situation appears as if it is dejected with Droṇa slain. The warriors fighting in the battle are being killed everywhere."
Whether it is victory or defeat, for a fighter in battle, what is the wonder here? Indeed, fight facing all directions.
Behold the great-souled Karṇa, son of Vikartana, as he moves in battle, a great archer, mighty with divine weapons.
Indeed, in battle, Dhananjaya, the son of Kunti, retreats out of fear from whom, just as a small animal retreats from a lion, always out of anger.
Bhimasena, who possessed the strength of ten thousand elephants and was greatly powerful, was brought into such a condition by a human through battle.
Ghatotkacha, the heroic and illusionist son of Bhima, known for his divine weapons, was killed in battle by an infallible weapon, roaring in terror.
Today, in battle, you will witness the inexhaustible wealth of the arms of the wise and truthful warrior of immense strength.
You will witness the bravery of both Drona's son and Karna in the armies of the Pandavas and Panchalas.
"All of you are indeed heroes, wise, noble-born, virtuous, and skilled in weapons; today you will see each other."
Upon hearing these words, the mighty Karṇa, son of Vikartana, roared loudly like a lion and engaged in battle, O great king.
He inflicted a great massacre upon all the Sṛñjayas, Pāñcālas, Kekayas, and Videhas, in full view of everyone.
His arrows emerged in hundreds from the bow, aligned in front on the feathers like rows of bees.
He oppressed the Panchalas and the mighty Pandavas, and after killing thousands of warriors, he was ultimately slain by Arjuna.
