Others, urged by thy son, and desirous of slaying Satwata, encompassed the latter on all sides, armed with missiles.  Then, Satyaki, aiming at those warriors rushing at him from desire of fighting with stones, sped at them showers of keen shafts.  That bull amongst the Sinis, with those shafts looking like snakes, cut into fragments that dense shower of stones thrown by the mountaineers.  The fragments of those stones, looking like a swarm of blazing fire-flies, slew many combatants there, whereupon, O sire, cries of oh and alas arose on the field.  Then, again, five hundred brave warriors with huge stones uplifted in their hands, fell down, O king, on the ground, their arms cut off.  And once more a full thousand, and again a hundred thousand, amongst others, fell down without being able to approach Satyaki, their arms with stones still in grasp cut off by him.  Indeed, Satyaki slew many thousands of those warriors fighting with stones.  All this seemed exceedingly wonderful.  Then many of them, returning to the fight, hurled at Satyaki showers of stones, And armed with swords and lances many Daradas and Tanganas and Khasas and Lampakas and Pulindas, hurled their weapons at him.  Satyaki however, well-conversant with the application of weapons, cut off those stones and weapons by means of his shafts.  Those stones while being pierced, broken in the welkin by Satyaki’s whetted shafts, produced a fierce noise, at which many car-warriors and steeds and elephants fled away from battle.  And struck with the fragments of those stones, men and elephants and steeds, became incapable of staying in battle, for they felt as if they were bit by wasps.  The small remnant of the elephants (that had attacked Satyaki), covered with blood, their heads, and frontal globes split open, then fled away from, Yuyudhana’s car.  Then there arose among thy troops, O sire, while they were being thus ground by Madhava a noise like that of the ocean at full tide.  Hearing that great uproar, Drona, addressing his charioteer, said, ’O Suta, that great car-warrior of the Satwata race, excited with wrath, is tearing our army into diverse fragments, and careering in battle like the Destroyer himself.  Take thou the car to that spot whence this furious uproar is coming.  Without doubt, Yuyudhana is engaged with the mountaineers who battle with stones, Our car-warriors are seen also to be borne away by their wildly running steeds.  Many amongst them, weaponless and armourless and wounded, are falling down.  The charioteers are unable to check their steeds as these are rushing wildly.’  Hearing these words of Bharadwaja’s son, the charioteer said unto Drona, that foremost of wielders of weapons, ’Thou blest with length of days, the Katirava troops are flying away.  Behold, our warriors, routed (by the foe), are flying in all directions.  There, again, those heroes, viz., the Panchalas, and the Pandavas, united together, are rushing from all sides from desire of slaughtering thee, O chastiser