The wide asphalt road in Naypyitaw has now become a parade ground for the torrent of steel heading towards the future. The tracks of the main battle tanks clanked, running over the broken dreams of yesterday; the engines of the infantry fighting vehicles roared, forming an impeccable steel square array, with no end in sight. Behind them, there are tens of thousands of soldiers wearing starry sky camouflage, with spears piercing like a forest, walking in unison, and the sound of stepping on the ground converges into a pulse that makes the earth tremble.
There was a dead silence in the international press gallery. There was only the sound of the camera shutter, like a flock of frightened birds. A senior war reporter's hand holding the telescope trembled slightly and he murmured: "God... This is not a war at all, this is the wheel of history itself."
The next day, an in-depth report entitled "Myanmar's New Sun" exploded in the global press in thirty languages.
The report began as follows: "Yesterday, a steel meteorite from the north fell in the heart of Myanmar. It did not bring destruction, but used an absolute and unquestionable power to crush the haze of chaos, drugs and fraud that had lasted for decades. When the world While his eyes were still focused on the sporadic clearing of individual electronic fraud parks, a modern army descended from the sky and opened a new page for this land. On this day, the old Myanmar came to an end, and its 'new sun' was rising majestically from the cold light of the tank barrels."
