The glorious army marched through the streets, the rythm of the soldiers' steps rattling the nearby windows and making the people cover in fear. Each and every individual who made up this magnificent gathering was coated in thin, but modern armour that would protect them from any harm. In the hands of each individual rested a weapon that was capable of tearing through reinforced concrete like a knife would cut through butter. In the mind of each individual was an unshakeable resolve to crush the enemy, to secure victory and to become a hero in the eyes of the public. In the body of each individual was a lifetime of training excercises at work, a lifetime dedicated to mastering the deadliest martial art that was ever invented, a lifetime dedicated to learning how to hit a barely visible target on a lethal spot with using only the naked eye. In other words, the members of this army were true soldiers, people who would look at the Spartans and think that they were weak, pathetic and under-motivated, for they were warriors of the highest degree, who were absolutely dedicated to their profession.
The pavement of the street was almost trembling under the feet of the army, as were the buildings and the people who watched them march into their city. They have only heard of this army through word of mouth, yet they knew that no matter what their country did, it would be completely unable to do anything against these soldiers. Even though the army was only composed of men and no machines, the insane flame that burned in the soldiers' eyes was enough to shake the very souls of those who looked upon them and make them know that even if their machinery was superior, they were never going to win this war. Not even if they make sacrifices. Not even if they bleed so much blood that the rivers get clogged. Not even if they had a fortress that was invincible, for these soldiers knew that invincible is only a concept that exists in the mind. It is merely an idea that was invented by humans to describe something that can only be overcome with true effort.
Soon, the army stopped at the city centre, in front of the monument that represented the greatest hero of the city, who had liberated it from its oppressors hundreds of years ago. The statue that once depicted a young man wielding a modern assault rifle and combat still stood proud in the exact centre of the city, as if the hero was still there to protect its citizens from any harm. However, those times when he protected them were long gone, and now, not one citizen dared to stand in front of the army and tell them to stop. Not one soul was brave enough to oppose the soldiers that were known for their unbreakable morale and unstoppable force. Not one hero was born this day, and not one city resisted when the soldiers marched into them and claimed them.
