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## The Twelfth Chapter
**289.** A great warrior embraced his enemy like a friend, squeezing him tightly until he was lifeless. The enemy's blood flowed freely from the embrace.
**290.** Another warrior, slaying the enemy ranks, cleared a path for himself in the battle. Fear kept other men from crossing his path.
**291.** Even as they fell, the best warriors never showed their backs to the enemy, whose chests swelled with pride.
**292.** Horses, chariots, warriors, and elephants fell with great force, crushing thousands of horses, chariots, warriors, and elephants.
**293.** The sky was filled with a mixture of dust raised by falling weapons, blood, and the intoxicating scent of elephants.
**294.** One fierce warrior, holding his spilling intestines with his left hand, raised his sword in his right and charged towards the enemy.
**295.** Another warrior, his lips clenched and his eyes wide open, tightened his belt with his own intestines and advanced towards the enemy.
**296.** A warrior, consumed by rage, picked up a large stone with both hands and hurled it at the enemy's head, who had lost his weapons.
**297.** Another warrior, his clothes stained with the blood of his fallen enemy, picked up his own severed bone and charged towards the enemy.
**298.** A warrior, eager for battle and full of the tricks of war, captured his enemy with a noose, dragged him far away, and released him.
**299.** Seeing his enemy disarmed and defeated, a warrior, eager for a fair fight, reluctantly abandoned his own weapon and approached the enemy.
**300.** One warrior, using a bow with a flaming arrowhead, rained down a torrent of blood upon the enemy, killing many.
**301.** Another warrior, though his head was severed, still charged at the enemy with great speed, wielding a stone in his hand.