O king, pierced Satyaki with a dozen shafts.  And Duryodhana, having pierced Madhava with three and seventy arrows, then pierced his charioteer with three keen shafts.  Then Satyaki pierced each of those brave and mighty car-warriors vigorously contending in battle together with five shafts in return.  Then the foremost of car-warriors, (viz., Yuyudhana) speedily struck thy son’s charioteer with a broad-headed shaft; whereupon, the latter deprived of life, fell down on the earth.  Upon the fall of the charioteer, O lord, thy son’s car was taken away from the battle by the steeds yoked thereto, with the speed of the wind.  Then thy sons, O king, and the other warriors, O monarch, setting their eyes, on the king’s car fled away in hundreds.  Beholding that host fly away, O Bharata, Satyaki covered it with showers of keen shafts whetted on stone and equipped with wings of gold.  Routing all thy combatants counting by thousands, Satyaki, O king, proceeded towards the car of Arjuna.  Indeed, thy troops worshipped Yuyudhana, beholding him shooting arrows and protecting his charioteer and himself as he fought in battle.’”

SECTION CXX

“Dhritarashtra said, ’Beholding the grandson of Sini proceeding towards Arjuna, grinding as he went that large force, what, indeed, O Sanjaya, did those shameless sons of mine do?  When Yuyudhana who ’is equal to Savyasachin himself was before them, how, indeed, could those wretches, that were at the point of death, set their hearts upon battle?  What also did all those Kshatriyas, vanquished in battle, then, do?  How, indeed, could Satyaki of world-wide renown pass through them in battle?  How also, O Sanjaya, when my sons were alive, could the grandson of Sini go to battle?  Tell me all this.  This is exceedingly wonderful, O sire, that I have heard from thee, viz., this encounter between one and the many, the latter, again, being all mighty car-warriors.  O Suta, I think, Destiny is now unpropitious to my sons, since so many mighty car-warriors have been slain by that one warrior of the Satwata race, Alas, O Sanjaya, my army is no match for even one warrior, viz., Yuyudhana inflamed with wrath.  Let all the Pandavas hang up these weapons.  Vanquishing in battle Drona himself who skilled in weapons and conversant with all modes of warfare, Satyaki will slay my sons, like a lion slaying smaller animals.  Numerous heroes, of whom Kritavarman is the first, contending vigorously in battle, could not slay Yuyudhana.  The latter, without doubt, will slay my sons.  Phalguna himself fought not in the manner in which the renowned grandson of Sini has fought.’