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## The Fortieth Chapter
**403**
The fire in the battlefield, ignited by sparks from the clash of swords, blazed fiercely amidst the terrifying shower of arrows. (166)
The horses, terrified by the whip's lash, were running ahead of the arrows. It is only right, for the valiant may die, but they cannot bear defeat. (167)
Bound by anger, they stood facing each other on their hind legs. Many horses, as if protecting their masters, fought fiercely for a long time. (168)
The sky, adorned with fluttering, blood-stained banners, resembled a tree adorned with fresh leaves. (169)
Some horses, their backs bare, ran aimlessly, as if searching for their masters' heads, scattered far and wide by the blows of the swords. (170)
No one killed the horses, considering them as hornless animals. But, enraged, they attacked each other with their teeth and hooves. (171)
Many warriors, with only the bamboo handle remaining of their swords, fought fiercely with those iron rods, as if they were whole. (172)
Though blinded by the blow to his head, one warrior, seeing the neck connected to the head by the veins, continued to fight. (173)
Having repelled the horses, he fought valiantly with his Kapishirshak bow, doubling the intensity of the battle. (174)
Then, Jayakumar, with his sword in hand, appeared like Yama himself, riding a lion-like horse, his anger blazing, accompanied by his younger brothers. (175)
Seeing Jayakumar, terrifying like the fire of the final age, riding his horse, the enemy's horses, like waves, retreated into their ocean of soldiers. (176)