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The forty-fourth chapter: The fire of battle blazed fiercely, sparked by the clash of swords, amidst a terrifying storm of arrows. The earth was scorched. (166) The horses, driven by the sting of the whips, ran towards the shower of arrows. They could not bear defeat, for they were valiant. (167) Standing on their hind legs, filled with rage, they fought each other, some of them protecting their masters for a long time. (168) The sky, adorned with the fluttering, blood-stained swords, resembled a tree adorned with new leaves. (169) Some horses, their backs empty, ran far and wide, searching for their masters, their heads raised high, as if seeking them after being struck by the swords. (170) No one killed the horses, considering them as hornless animals, but they, enraged, attacked each other with their teeth and hooves. (171) Many warriors, filled with rage, fought for a long time with their swords, which were like unbroken iron rods, only a bamboo length remaining. (172) Another warrior, blinded by a blow to the head, could not see, but seeing the neck connected to the head, he continued to fight. (173) Many warriors, aided by their horses, fought valiantly with their bows, called Kapishirshaka, doubling the intensity of the battle. (174) Then, Jayakumar, with his sword in hand, appeared like Yama, with his younger brothers, mounted on a lion-like horse, and charged forward with rage. (175) Seeing Jayakumar, as terrifying as the fire of the final age, mounted on his horse, the enemy's horses, like waves, retreated into their ocean of soldiers. (176)