Arjuna, O king, of sureness of aim and having Krishna for his charioteer, advanced on his car.  Surrounded by those elephants huge as hills, he began to destroy those animals with his keen and polished arrows.  Each slain with a single arrow, we beheld those huge elephants fallen or falling down, mangled by Savyasaci.  The mighty Bhimasena, himself like an infuriated elephant, beholding those elephants, took up his formidable mace and rushed at them, quickly jumping down from his car, like the Destroyer armed with his club.  Seeing that great car-warrior of the Pandavas with uplifted mace, thy soldiers became filled with fright and passed urine and excreta.  The whole army became agitated upon beholding Bhimasena armed with mace.  We then beheld those elephants, huge as hills, running hither and thither, with their frontal globes split open by Bhima with his mace and all their limbs bathed in blood.  Struck with Bhima’s mace, those elephants, running off from him, fell down with cries of pain, like wingless mountains.  Beholding those elephants, many in number, with their frontal globes split open, running hither and thither or falling down, thy soldiers were inspired with fear.  Then Yudhishthira also, filled with wrath, and the two sons of Madri, began to slay those elephant-warriors with arrows equipped with vulturine wings.  Dhrishtadyumna, after the defeat of the (Kuru) king in battle, and after the flight of the latter from that spot on horse-back, saw that the Pandavas had all been surrounded by the (Kaurava) elephants.  Beholding this, O monarch, Dhrishtadyumna, the son of the Pancala king, proceeded towards those elephants, from desire of slaughtering them.  Meanwhile, not seeing Duryodhana in the midst of the car-force.  Ashvatthama and Kripa, and Kritavarma of the Satwata race, asked all the Kshatriyas there, saying, ‘Where has Duryodhana gone?’ Not seeing the king in that carnage, those great car-warriors all thought thy son to have been slain.  Hence, with sorrowful faces, they enquired after him.  Some persons told them that after the fall of his driver, he had gone to Subala’s son.  Other Kshatriyas, present there, who had been exceedingly mangled with wounds, said, “What need is there with Duryodhana?  See if he is yet alive!  Do you all fight unitedly?  What will the king do to you?” Other Kshatriyas, who were exceedingly mangled, who had lost many of their kinsmen, and who were still being afflicted with the arrows of the enemy, said these words in indistinct tones, “Let us slay these forces by whom we are encompassed!  Behold, the Pandavas are coming hither, after having slain the elephants!” Hearing these words of theirs, the mighty Ashvatthama, piercing through that irresistible force of the Pancala king, proceeded with Kripa and Kritavarma to the spot where Subala’s son was.  Indeed, those heroes, those firm bowmen, leaving the car-force, repaired (in search of Duryodhana).  After they had gone away, the Pandavas, headed by Dhrishtadyumna, advanced, O king, and began to slay