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Sanjaya said:
The white horse, O great king, scattered your forces just like the wind scatters a heap of cotton everywhere.
The Trigartas, Shibis, and Shalvas, along with the Kauravas, advanced together with the Samsaptakas and the Narayana army, which was formidable.
Satyasena, Satyakirti, Mitradeva, Shrutanjaya, Saushruti, Citrasena, and Mitravarma are mentioned, O Bharata.
The King of Trigarta was surrounded in battle by his brothers and sons, who were great archers and wielders of various weapons.
They created showers of arrows and rushed towards Arjuna in battle, like streams of water rushing towards the ocean.
The warriors, in their hundreds of thousands, approached Arjuna and met their end, just as serpents would upon seeing Garuda.
Even while being slain in battle, they did not abandon the Pāṇḍava. O king, they were like moths drawn to a flame, being consumed by the fire.
Satyasena attacked the Pāṇḍava in battle with three arrows. Mitradeva struck with sixty-three arrows and Candradeva with seven.
Mitravarma fought with seventy-three arrows, Saushruti with five, Shatruñjaya with twenty, and Susharma with nine arrows.
After slaying King Shatruñjaya with stone weapons, Saushruta severed his head along with the helmet from his body. Then, swiftly, he dispatched Chandradeva to the abode of Yama with his arrows.
Then, O great king, he repelled each of the other great charioteers with five arrows each.
Satyasena, in his anger, hurled a mighty spear at Krishna during the battle and roared fiercely like a lion.
He pierced the left arm of the great-souled Mādhava, and then the very fierce iron club fell to the ground.
In the great battle, Mādhava, pierced by the spear, lost his goad from his hand, and the reins slipped, O lord of men.
The greatly renowned person took up the whip and reins once more and drove the horses towards Satyasena's chariot.
Upon witnessing Viṣvaksena being struck, the mighty Pārtha Dhanañjaya retaliated by piercing Satyasena with his sharp arrows.
Then, the king, using sharp arrows, severed the great head adorned with earrings from the body amidst the battle.
After slaying him with sharp arrows, he hurled Mitravarman. With a sharp spear, he also killed his charioteer, O respected one.
Then, in his anger, he unleashed hundreds and thousands of arrows, overpowering the Saṃśaptaka warriors and causing them to fall in great numbers.
Then, the greatly renowned warrior, with a silver-tipped arrow, severed the head of the noble king Mitradeva with a razor-sharp arrow. In his fury, he struck Suśarman in the collarbone area.
Then all the Saṃśaptakas surrounded Arjuna and attacked him with a multitude of weapons, angrily making the ten directions echo with their sounds.
Oppressed by them, Arjuna, who is equal in prowess to Indra, manifested Indra's weapon. The great chariot-warrior, with an immeasurable soul, then caused thousands of arrows to appear, O lord of men.
In the battle, the flags were being cut, the bows were engaged, and the chariots with banners and quivers were filled with arrows.
In the battle, the axles, yokes, wheels, reins, fenders, sides, and arrows were all together.
Stones, spears, arrows, maces, clubs, powers, and javelins were all falling together.
O gentle lady, there are hundred-killers with wheels, arms with thighs, necklaces, armlets, and bracelets.
O Bharata, a great sound was heard there, where necklaces, ornaments, armors, umbrellas, fans, and heads with crowns were together, O lord of men.
The heads, adorned with earrings and eyes resembling the full moon, were scattered on the ground, appearing like stars in the sky.
The battlefield was a ghastly sight, with bodies adorned with garlands and fragrant clothes, smeared with sandalwood, lying on the ground. It resembled a mystical city of the Gandharvas, marking the aftermath of a fierce battle.
In the battle, the earth was rendered impassable, resembling mountains scattered with fallen elephants, horses, and mighty warriors, all slain by princes and warriors.
The great-souled Pandava found no path for his chariot as he slew countless enemies, along with their elephants and horses, with his arrows.
O dear, the chariot wheels sink from Tumba as he moves in the battle, in that bloody mire.
The wheels were sinking as the horses gathered with great effort, driven by immense fatigue, moving with the speed of thought and wind.
The army, being slain by the son of Pandu, the archer, mostly turned away and did not stand firm in the battle.
After defeating the many groups of Saṃśaptakas in battle, the victorious hero shone brilliantly like a smokeless fire, O great king.
Yudhishthira, the great king, was releasing many arrows, and Duryodhana, the king himself, received them without fear.
Dharmaraja quickly pierced your mighty son who was suddenly approaching and said, "Stop, stop."
She attacked him with nine sharp arrows and, in her anger, struck his charioteer hard with an arrow.
Then King Yudhishthira hurled thirteen arrows with golden feathers and stone tips at Duryodhana.
The great warrior killed his four horses and with the fifth arrow, he severed the head of the charioteer from the body.
The king's flag was brought down by the sixth, his bow by the seventh, and his sword by the eighth, all falling to the ground. Dharmaraja severely pierced the king with five arrows.
Your son, having jumped down from the chariot after the horse was killed, faced a great calamity and stood on the ground.
Seeing him in distress, Karṇa, Droṇa, Kṛpa, and others came together to protect the king.
Then all the sons of Pandu surrounded Yudhishthira and approached the battlefield, O king, and thus the battle began.
Then, O king, thousands of musical instruments were sounded in the great battle, and whistles and clattering sounds arose as the Panchalas approached the battlefield together with the Kauravas.
Men gathered with other men, elephants with the finest elephants, chariots with their charioteers, and horses with their riders, all together.
O great king, the duels in battle were truly a sight to behold, filled with astonishing and unimaginable feats, armed with excellence.
The warriors, driven by great speed and a desire to kill each other, engaged fiercely in battle, adhering to their vows. They did not attack from behind, maintaining their honor in combat.
The battle lasted only for a moment and was a delightful sight. Then, O king, it continued wildly without any restraint.
The charioteer approached the elephant on the battlefield and shot it with arrows, sending it to its death.
The serpents approached the horses and scattered many of them. Then, the very fierce serpents drove them away repeatedly at various places.
O king, the mighty elephants drove away many horses and struck with their tusks, while others crushed severely.
In the battle, they pierced the horse riders and horses with horns; others, being very strong, seized and hurled them with speed.
The elephants, struck by the foot soldiers, cried out in distress and fled in all directions, creating a scene of chaos.
In the great battle, the foot soldiers suddenly fled, leaving their ornaments behind, and quickly leaped into the battlefield.
The great elephants, believing it to be a cause, transformed and seized various ornaments, piercing them as well.
The elephants were heavily restrained by spears, javelins, and lances among the standards, pots, and ivory ornaments, while others were also affected.
Some fierce warriors, having seized the maces, were shattered by the chariots, horses, and others standing nearby, and fell down on the ground there.
There were chariots and horsemen, but elsewhere, great elephants moved swiftly on the ground, crushing everything with their armor and banners.
The elephants approached the chariot, seized the yoke, and suddenly scattered in the terrifying great battle, O lord.
The great elephant, struck down by arrows, fell to the ground like the peak of a mountain shattered by a thunderbolt.
The warriors approached each other and engaged in fierce combat, striking with their fists. They grabbed each other by the hair, tearing and piercing together in the heat of battle.
Raising his arms and placing them on the ground, the thief attacked with his foot and struck the twitching head.
The great king, who was considered dead-minded, was struck with feet at that time. Similarly, another person, while still alive, pierced a weapon into the body.
O Bhārata, there was a great fist-fight among the warriors. Additionally, there was fierce hair-grabbing and purely arm-fighting.
In the battle, another unknown person took away the lives of the one who was attached, using various weapons in many ways.
In the midst of the warriors engaged in battle and amidst the confusion, countless headless bodies arose, numbering in the hundreds and thousands.
The weapons and armors, soaked in blood, appeared as if they were garments dyed in a deep, vibrant hue.
In this way, the great and terrible war, filled with intense chaos, echoed through the world like the roar of mad waves.
O king, neither their own men nor others are recognized when they are afflicted by arrows. Therefore, eager for victory, the kings engage in battle.
O great king, the warriors in their respective armies killed the gathered enemies, causing confusion in both armies.
O great king, the battlefield was strewn with broken chariots, felled elephants, fallen horses, and slain men.
O great king, the earth quickly turned into an inaccessible form, muddy with flesh and blood, flowing with a flood of blood.
Dhananjaya killed the Panchalas and the Trigartas, while Bhimasena, O King, destroyed the Kurus and their entire elephant army.
Thus, O great king, in the afternoon, the destruction of the Kuru and Pandava armies occurred as they both desired a great victory.
