Then Shalya, Kripa, Chitrasena, Duhshasana and Vikarna, swiftly mounting their chariots, heroes all, shook the army of the Pandavas in battle, O Bharata. Struck down by these great warriors, the Pandu army found no protector, like a boat sinking in water. As the cold of winter cuts the vital parts of cattle, so did Bhishma cut the vital parts of the sons of Pandu. Yet the great-souled Partha too repeatedly felled elephants of your army that resembled mountains and clouds. Leaders of men, crushed by Partha, pierced by arrows and by thousands of narachas, were seen everywhere. Great elephants fell here and there, uttering cries of anguish. The battlefield, covered with the bodies of fallen heroes still wearing their ornaments and with heads adorned with earrings, shone with a terrible splendor. In that most dreadful destruction of the finest heroes, when Bhishma and the Pandava Dhananjaya were both showing their might in battle, the Kauravas, beholding the grandfather's valor, did not retreat, having set the world of Brahma before them. Desiring death in battle and taking heaven as their final goal, they advanced upon the Pandavas in that destruction of the noblest warriors. And the Pandavas, O great king, remembering the many sufferings you had once inflicted on them together with your son, cast off fear and, setting their sights on the world of Brahma, fought joyfully against your warriors and your sons."