strength, there is none else in this world that can achieve that which was achieved by Bhima himself at the slaughter of Duhshasana.  Hearing of the slaughter of the ruler of the Madras who was incapable of defeat by the very gods, that king will know the prowess of the eldest son of Pandu.  After the slaughter of the heroic son of Subala and all the Gandharas he will know the strength, in battle, of the two sons of Madri by Pandu.  Why will not victory be theirs that have Dhananjaya for their warrior, as also Satyaki, and Bhimasena, and Dhrishtadyumna the son of Prishata, and the five sons of Draupadi, and the two sons of Madri, and the mighty bowman Shikhandi, and king Yudhishthira?  Why will not victory be theirs that have for their protector Krishna, otherwise called Janardana, that protector of the universe?  Why will not victory be theirs that have righteousness for their refuge?  Who else than Yudhishthira the son of Pritha, who hath Hrishikesa, the refuge of righteousness and fame, for his protector, is competent to vanquish in battle Bhishma and Drona and Karna and the ruler of the Madras and the other kings by hundreds and thousands?” Saying these words and filled with joy, the Srinjayas pursued thy troops in that battle who had been exceedingly mangled with shafts.  Then Dhananjaya of great valour proceeded against the car-division of the foe.  The two sons of Madri and the mighty carwarrior Satyaki proceeded against Shakuni.  Beholding them all flying with speed in fear of Bhimasena, Duryodhana as if smiling the while, addressed his driver, saying, “Partha, stationed there with his bow, is transgressing me.  Take my steeds to the rear of the whole army.  Like the ocean that cannot transgress its continents, Kunti’s son Dhananjaya will never venture to transgress me, if I take up my stand in the rear.  Behold, O driver, this vast host that is pursued by the Pandavas.  Behold this cloud of dust that has arisen on all sides in consequence of the motion of the troops.  Hear those diverse leonine roars that are so awful and loud!  Therefore, O driver, proceed slowly and take up thy position in the rear.  If I stay in battle and fight the Pandavas, my army, O driver, will rally and come back with vigour to battle.”  Hearing these words of thy son that were just those of a hero and man of honour, the driver slowly urged those steeds in trappings of gold. 21,000 foot-soldiers, deprived of elephants and steeds and car-warriors, and who were ready to lay down their lives, still stood for battle.  Born in diverse countries and hailing from diverse towns, those warriors maintained their ground, desirous of winning great fame.  The clash of those rushing warriors filled with joy became loud and exceedingly terrible.  Then Bhimasena, O king, and Dhrishtadyumna the son of Prishata resisted them with four kinds of forces.  Other foot-soldiers proceeded against Bhima, uttering loud shouts and slapping their armpits, all actuated by the desire of going to heaven.