took place between car-warriors and car-warriors who struck one another and caused a fierce flow of blood.  Infuriated elephants, encountering infuriated compeers, afflicted one another with their tusks.  Horsemen, solicitous of glory, pierced and cut down horsemen in that terrific melee with spears and darts and battle-axes.  Foot-soldiers also O mighty-armed one, in hundreds, armed with weapons, repeatedly rushed against one another with resolute courage, O scorcher of foes!  So great was the confusion that the Panchalas and the Kurus could only be distinguished from each other by the tribal, the family, and the personal names we heard them utter.  The warriors, despatching one another to the other world with arrows and darts and axes, careered fearlessly on the field.  With thousands of arrows, however, O king, shot by the combatants the ten points were no longer illuminated as before in consequence of the Sun having set.  While the Pandavas were thus fighting, O Bharata, Duryodhana, O king, penetrated into the midst of their host.  Filled with great wrath at the slaughter of the ruler of Sindhus, and resolved to lay down his life, he penetrated into the hostile army.  Filling the earth with the rattle of his car-wheels and causing her to tremble therewith, thy son approached the Pandava host.  Terrific was the clash that took place between him and them, O Bharata, causing a tremendous carnage of troops.  Like the sun himself at midday scorching everything with his rays, thy son scorched the hostile host with his arrowy showers.[189] The Pandavas became incapable of even looking at their brother (Duryodhana).  Despairing of vanquishing their foes, they set their hearts on flying away from the field.  Slaughtered by thy illustrious son, armed with the bow, by means of his gold-winged arrows of blazing points, the Panchalas ran away in all directions.  Afflicted with those keen shafts, the Pandava troops began to fall down on the ground.  Indeed, the Pandavas had never succeeded in achieving such a feat in battle as was then achieved by thy royal son, O monarch!  The Pandava host was crushed and ground by an elephant.[190] As, again, an assemblage of lotuses becomes shorn of its beauty when the water (over which it grows) is dried up by the sun and the wind, even so became the Pandava host being dried up by thy son, O Bharata, the Panchalas, with Bhimasena then with ten shafts, and each of the sons of Madri with three, and Virata and Drupada each with six, and Sikhandin with a hundred, and Dhrishtadyumna with seventy, and Yudhishthira with seven, and the Kaikeyas and the Chedis with innumerable keen shafts, and Satwata with five, and each of the (five) sons of Draupadi with three, and Ghatotkacha also with a few, he uttered a leonine shout.  Cutting off hundreds of other warriors and the bodies of elephants and steeds in that great battle by means of his fierce shafts, he behaved like the Destroyer himself in rage slaying created beings.[191] While engaged, however,