Endued with great strength, Sahadeva then cut off Durmukha’s standard with a broad-headed arrow and struck down his four steeds with four other arrows.  And then with another broad. headed arrow, well-tempered and sharp, he cut off, from his trunk, the head of Durmukha’s charioteer that shone with a pair of ear-rings.  And cutting off Durmukha’s large bow with a razor-faced arrow, Sahadeva pierced Durmukha himself in that battle with five arrows.  Durmukha fearlessly jumping down from that steedless car, mounted the car, O Bharata, of Niramitra.  Then that slayer of hostile heroes, viz., Sahadeva, filled with rage slew in that great battle Niramitra in the midst of his division with a broad-headed arrow.  Thereupon, prince Niramitra, the son of the ruler of the Trigartas, fell down from his car, afflicting thy army with great grief.  Slaying him, the mighty-armed Sahadeva looked resplendent like Rama, the son of Dasaratha, after slaying the mighty (Rakshasa) Khara.  Beholding that mighty car-warrior, viz., prince Niramitra slain, loud cries of Oh and Alas arose, O monarch, among the Trigarta warriors.  Nakula, O king, in a moment vanquished thy son Vikarna of large eyes.  This seemed highly wonderful.  Vyaghradatta, by means of his straight shafts, made Satyaki invisible with his steeds and driver and standard in the midst of his division.  The brave grandson of Sini, baffling those shafts with great lightness of hand, felled Vyaghradatta by means of his arrows, with his steeds and driver and standard.  Upon the fall, O lord, of that prince of the Magadhas, the latter, struggling vigorously, rushed against Yuyudhana from all sides.  Scattering their shafts and lances by thousands, and sharp arrows and spears and mallets and thick clubs, those brave warriors fought in that battle with that invincible hero of the Satwata race.  Endued with great might, invincible Satyaki, that bull among men, with the greatest ease and laughing the while, vanquished them all.  The Magadhas were nearly exterminated.  A small remnant flew from the field.  Beholding this, thy army, already afflicted with the arrows of Yuyudhana, broke, O lord!  Then that foremost one of Madhu’s race, having slaughtered ill battle thy troops, that illustrious hero, looked resplendent as he shook his bow.  The army, O king, was thus routed by that high-souled one of the Satwata race.  Indeed, frightened by that hero of long arms, none approached him for fight.  Then Drona filled with rage and rolling his eyes, himself rushed impetuously towards Satyaki, of feats incapable of being baffled.’”

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