The Great Campaign & The Reconquest of Persia (131 BC – 45 BC) – Part 2
Excerpts from the Commentaries on the Persian Conquest by Arrianos of Philia
So it came to be Orodes II was our new lord; a man the kingliest and most worthy to rule of all the Persians & Greeks who have lived since the noble Amastris: according to the concurrent testimony of all who are reputed to have known him intimately. To begin from the beginning, when still a boy, and whilst being brought up with his brother and the other lads, his unrivalled excellence was recognised. For the sons of the noblest Persians, it must be known, are brought up, one and all, at the king's portals. Here lessons of sobriety and self-control may largely be laid to heart, while there is nothing base or ugly for eye or ear to feed upon. There is the daily spectacle ever before the boys of some receiving honour from the king, and again of others receiving dishonour; and the tale of all this is in their ears, so that from earliest boyhood they learn how to rule and to be ruled.
In this courtly training Orodes earned a double reputation; first he was held to be a paragon of modesty among his fellows, rendering an obedience to his elders which exceeded that of many of his own inferiors; and next he bore away the palm for skill in horsemanship and for love of the animal itself. Nor less in matters of war, in the use of the bow and the javelin, was he held by men in general to be at once the aptest of learners and the most eager practiser. As soon as his age permitted, the same pre-eminence showed itself in his fondness for the chase, not without a certain appetite for perilous adventure in facing the wild beasts themselves. Once a bear made a furious rush at him, and without wincing he grappled with her, and was pulled from his horse, receiving wounds the scars of which were visible through life; but in the end he slew the creature, nor did he forget him who first came to his aid, but made him enviable in the eyes of many.
He was our King now and we marched to meet with his forces at the gates of Cilicia and Syria. This was a double fortress: the inner and nearer one, which protects Cilicia. At this point, Orodes summoned an assembly of all of his men; and for a long while he stood and wept, while the men gazed in silent astonishment. At last he spoke as follows:
"Fellow soldiers, do not marvel that I am sorely distressed on account of the present troubles. First of all, I went to war with the Scythians, and with Queen Artanis to aid, I wreaked vengeance on them in behalf of Hellas; driving them out from the shores of the Bosphorus, when they wanted to deprive its Hellenic inhabitants of their lands. Our queen defended us from the Romans and the Dacians and the Cretans but you now wish to turn back against her one wish? The gods cursed her for being born a woman but did she not protect you and your children? Has she not shown herself to be defender of the Persians and Hellenes? She has brought us here in search of our destiny. Some of you whisper that this is cursed; trust in my spear and my sword, trust in the promise of Artanis. Tomorrow I hope the Gods see fit to have you march into Syria. Whether I am about to do right or not, I cannot say, but I choose yourselves; and, whatever betide, I mean to share your fate. Never shall it be said of me by any one that I betrayed the people, and chose the path of the tyrant. No! I will follow after you. Whatever betide, I will share your fate. I look upon you as my country, my friends, my allies; with you I think I shall be honoured, wherever I be; without you I do not see how I can help a friend or hurt a foe. My decision is taken. Wherever you go, I go also."
With that, Orodes was acclaimed as our King and the soldiers were his, and we marched through Syria in a single stage--five parasangs--to Myriandus, a city inhabited by Phoenicians, on the sea-coast. After this Orodes marched onwards four stages--twenty parasangs--to the river Chalus. That river is a hundred feet broad, and is stocked with tame fish which the Syrians regard as gods, and will not suffer to be injured--and so too the pigeons of the place…
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The Commentaries from this point on is a travelogue of the armies' march through Syria and Persia and the battles fought. The Campaign would last for 58 years, proving to be Orodes’ all-consuming fixation and he would spend most of life in the east, marching through the deserts and mountains or sieging a holdout. For simplicity’ sake, I’ve divided the Campaign into five offensives outlining the progress of the campaign.
Red (104 BC – 98 BC) – The Syrian campaign began with the capture of the Phoenician trade cities of the coast before swinging back north to the provinces of Palmyrene and Apamene. Limited battle is offered by the Macedonian Persian Kingdom of the Lagids during this campaign as they recover from the Parthian onslaught that nearly destroyed the Macedonian presence in Persia and ended the line of the Seleukids. The Achaemenids also take control of a few key fortresses in Assyria.
Orange (95 BC – 93 BC) – A short campaign to secure the path to Mesopotamia. Skirmishing in the Caucasus occurs with Sagarejo, a Persian client state in the Caucasus but Orodes is content to hold his position there.
Yellow (88 BC – 80 BC) – The push into the Macedonian heartlands of Mesopotamia. Adiabene is annexed by the Spahbed Artaxerxes while Orodes marches directly for Babirus, the capital of the Macedonians. Here I’ll share another excerpt from Arrianos:
Now, having crossed the mighty Tigris River, our hearts pounded with both anticipation and trepidation. Before us lay Babirus, the golden city of the Seleukids, its walls gleaming in the midday sun. King Clearchus of Persia stood as a formidable opponent, his vast army a dark storm cloud threatening to engulf our armies. Just as Cyrus the Just, may his memory be blessed, had marched upon Babylon, so did Orodes, the descendant of Smerdomenes-Ares, lead us towards the city. We were a force of thunder and lightning, forged in the crucible of countless victories. The Macedonian scouts, their eyes wide with fear, reported our approach. Clearchus, ever the cautious ruler, hesitated to engage in open battle. He retreated behind the formidable walls of Mahoze, hoping to outlast us in a siege. But Orodes refused to be trapped in a war of attrition.
He sent a contingent of skilled archers to harass the defenders, their arrows a relentless rain upon the battlements. Under the cover of this barrage, Orodes, with a boldness that borders on recklessness, led a daring nighttime attack. Choosing a seemingly unguarded section of the wall, he and his elite Immortals, men forged in the fires of countless battles, scaled the bricks with unmatched speed and fury. Chaos erupted within the city. The roar of battle echoed through the streets as our Immortals, an iron tide, surged through the breached walls. The Persian soldiers, bewildered by the sudden attack, fell into disarray. Their once-proud boasts of invincibility crumbled before the unwavering Achaemenid advance.
Clearchus, witnessing the tide turn against him, fled the city in the dead of night, abandoning his loyal subjects to their fate. Shame, a bitter taste, filled my mouth at such cowardice. Yet, Orodes, ever the magnanimous victor, spared the city from the horrors of a full sack. He understood the value of preserving such a monument, an artefact of his proud lineage. Once he set the city right, King Orodes continued his march, intent on seizing Clearchus and ending the war in a single stroke.
This third campaign would see Orodes annexe all of Mesopotamia and raze the old Seleukid capital of Mahoze. In the north, Sagarejo would be pillaged and razed by Armenian soldiers, effectively removing them from the war. In the decades after, Sagarejo would switch allegiances, becoming a client state of the Achaemenids.
Green (78 BC – 72 BC) – Conquest of the old Achaemenid heartlands and the Median Kingdom. Parsa, Persepolis and lands across the Sinus Persicus up to Byblos were annexed. By this point, Macedonian power was spent with loyalists holding out in the mountain fastnesses.
Pink (66 BC – 50 BC) – Orodes would spend two decades scouring out Macedonian holdouts in Ariana and Bactria, almost in imitation of Alexander three hundred years ago. By the end, the Achaemenid Empire extended from Illyria in the West to Pentopotamia and the Indus in the East.
Finally, at 73 years of age, Orodes Achaemenid arranged a grand festival to celebrate the resurrection of the Empire in Byzantion. Every citizen across the Empire was gifted a gold coin and many slaves were manumitted. Beyond the achievement of the conquests themselves, Orodes had also set off a few other movements, intentionally or unintentionally, that would shape the Empire as it moved into the new millennium.
Firstly, with the return of the East, many Zoroastrians moved to the West to share their beliefs and set up fire temples in the cities dotted across Asia Minor. The Achaemenid Empire was relatively tolerant of faiths as long as proper obeisance was paid to the Shahanshahs along with the requisite offerings. The Zoroastrians would also trigger a great fascination with Persian culture and practices among the composite nations of the Achaemenid Empire. While many would adopt Persian customs, the Empire, Orodes also saw fit to establish the system of Cultural Administrators across the empire. Babylonians, Medeans, Parthians, Lankans, Assyrians, Hebrews, Armenians, Cappadocians, Greeks, Macedonians, Thracians. All were gifted citizenship, overseen by their own people and allowed the freedom to make their own way as long as taxes, tribute and offerings were made to the Shahanshahs sitting in Byzantion. Many Macedonians were resettled in Anatolia but many others remained in Mesopotamia and Ariana. Cities across the empire became a melting pot of cultures, and Byzantion grew as the hub of trade and power into a city of a thousand tongues.
Two years after his final Eastern campaign, Orodes would pass on peacefully in bed. He was 75 years of age.