“Sakuni, meanwhile, O king, encompassing Arjuna on all sides with many thousands of cars and several thousands of elephants, and many thousands of steeds, began to fight desperately.  Many of them hurled towards Arjuna celestial weapons of great power.  Indeed, those Kshatriyas fought with Arjuna, incurring the certitude of death.  Arjuna, however, excited with rage, checked those thousands of cars and elephants and steeds, and ultimately caused those foes to turn back.  Then Suvala’s son, with eyes red as copper with rage, deeply pierced Arjuna, that slayer of foes, with twenty shafts.  And once more shooting a hundred shafts, he checked the progress of Partha’s great car.  Then Arjuna, O Bharata, pierced Sakuni with twenty arrows in that battle.  And he pierced each of the great bowmen with three arrows.  Checking all of them with his arrows, O king, Dhananjaya slew those warriors of thy army with excellent shafts, endued with the force of thunder.[227] Strewn with lopped off arrows, O monarch, and (dead) bodies by thousands, the earth looked as if covered with flowers.  Indeed, strewn with the heads of Kshatriyas, heads that were decked with diadems and handsome noses and beautiful ear-rings and (nether) lips bit in rage and wide open eyes,—­heads that were graced with collars and crowned also with gems, and which, while life was in them, spoke sweet words,—­the earth looked resplendent as if strewn with hillocks overspread with Champaka flowers.  Having achieved that fierce feat, and pierced Sakuni once more, struck Uluka with an arrow in that battle.  Piercing Uluka thus in the sight of his sire, viz., Suvala’s son, Arjuna uttered a loud roar, filling the earth therewith.  Then the son of Indra cut off Sakuni’s bow.  And then he despatched his four steeds to Yama’s abode.  Then Suvala’s son, O bull of Bharata’s race, jumping down from his car, quickly ascended the car of Uluka.  Then those two mighty car-warriors, viz., sire and son, both riding on the same car, showered their arrows on Partha like two risen clouds pouring torrents of rain on a mountain.  The son of Pandu then piercing both those warriors with keen shafts, afflicted and caused thy troops to fly away in hundreds and thousands.  Like a mighty mass of clouds dispersed on all sides by the wind, that army of thine, O monarch, was dispersed on all sides.  Indeed, that host, O chief of the Bharatas, thus slaughtered on the night, fled away in all directions, afflicted with fear and in the very sight (of their leaders).  Many abandoning the animals they rode, other urging their animals to their greatest speed, turned back from the battle, inspired with fear, during that fierce hour of darkness.  Having vanquished thy warriors thus, O bull of Bharata’s race, Vasudeva and Dhananjaya cheerfully blew their conchs.