a razor-faced arrow.  Already afflicted by the energy of Arjuna’s shafts, the steeds of Drona’s son thereupon ran away.  Then a loud noise arose from thy troops, O Bharata!  Meanwhile the Pandavas, having obtained the victory, and desiring to improve it, rushed against thy troops, shooting from all sides sharp arrows at them.  The vast Dhartarashtra host, then, O king, was repeatedly broken by the heroic Pandavas inspired with desire of victory, in the very sight, O monarch, of thy sons, conversant with all modes of warfare, and of, Shakuni the son of Subala, and of Karna, O king!  Though sought to be stopped, O king, by thy sons, that great army, afflicted on all sides, stayed not on the field.  Indeed, a confusion set in among the vast terrified host of thy son in consequence of many warriors flying away on all sides.  The Suta’s son loudly cried out, saying “Stay, Stay!” but thy army, slaughtered by many high-souled warriors, did not stay on the field.  Loud shouts were uttered then, O monarch, by the Pandavas, inspired with this desire of victory, on beholding the Dhartarashtra host flying away on all sides.  Then Duryodhana addressing Karna from affection, “Behold, O Karna, how our army, exceedingly afflicted by the Pandavas, though thou art here, is flying away from battle!  Knowing this, O thou of mighty arms, do that which is suited to the hour, O chastiser of foes!  Thousands of (our) warriors, routed by the Pandavas, are O hero, calling after thee only, O best of men!” Hearing these grave words of Duryodhana, the son of Radha, as if smiling, said these words unto the ruler of the Madras, “Behold the prowess of my arms and the energy of my weapons, O ruler of men!  Today I will slay all the Pancalas and the Pandavas in battle!  Cause the steeds to proceed with my car, O tiger among men!  Without doubt, everything will be as I have said!” Having said these words, the Suta’s son of great valour, that hero, taking up his ancient and foremost of bows called Vijaya, stringed it and rubbed the string repeatedly.  Bidding the troops stay on the field after having assured them upon his truth and by an oath, the mighty Karna of immeasurable soul fixed on his bow-string the weapon known by the name of Bhargava.  From that weapon flowed, O king, millions and millions of keen arrows in that great battle.  Entirely shrouded with those blazing and terrible arrows winged with feathers of Kankas and peacocks, the Pandava army could not see anything.  Loud wails of woe arose from among the Pancalas, O king, afflicted, in that battle, with the mighty Bhargava weapon.  In consequence then of elephants, O king, and steeds, by thousands, and cars, O monarch, and men, falling on all sides, deprived of life, the Earth began to tremble.  The vast force of the Pandavas became agitated from one extremity to another.  Meanwhile Karna, that scorcher of foes, that foremost of warriors, that tiger among men, while consuming his foes, looked resplendent like a smokeless fire.