Thousands of kings came in contact with your father who was thus roving over the field in a super-human way. They fell into that fire Bhishma as flights of senseless insects fall on a blazing fire for their own destruction. Not a single arrow of that light-handed hero was futile. They cut down innumerable men, elephants and steeds. With one single straight arrow he felled down one big elephants, as a hill is brought down by the thunder-bolt. Your sire, with sharp arrows, pierced at a time two or three elephant riders clad in armour. Whoever came near that foremost of men Bhishina in that battle, was seen the very next moment to fall down on the ground. The vast army of Dharmaraja Yudhishthira, having been thus slaughtered by the greatly powerful Bhishma, gave way in one thousand directions. Thus afflicted by that shower of arrows, that vast army began to tremble even in the presence of Vasudeva (Krishna) and the illustrious Partha (Arjuna). Though the heroic leaders of the Pandu army tried their utmost, yet they could not prevent the great car-warriors of their side from running away. The prowess with which Bhishma routed that vast army was equal to that of the lord of the celestials himself.