Chapter 414 Black Wave

Rogge is 23 years old this year. He is a top graduate from the Capital Military Academy. He has been gifted and has excellent grades since he was young. He has been a three-good student, a model student, and a grade model. He is surrounded by friends and admirers. He is a good student with both good character and good academic performance in the eyes of everyone.

Rogge also has a happy family. His father is an officer of the Capital Army Group. He is strict but kind. He likes fishing and cooking. He often listens to melodious music on old records while cooking.

During the holidays, whenever he is free, his father will take him to the suburbs to ride mountain bikes off-road. The father and son chase each other on the mountain road, leaving laughter and sweat everywhere.

His mother is a typical housewife. She has no job, but she has not become lazy because of it. She is always so virtuous.

My mother is the first one to get up every day, cleaning the garden and doing housework. Every day when he wakes up and walks out of the bedroom, he always sees the prepared breakfast and his mother's gentle smile.

In this depressing world, Rogge has a happy and happy childhood.

After graduating from the military academy, he met the direct recruitment standards of the army because of his good family background and high education. After joining the army, he was directly awarded the rank of captain after recruit training and assigned to the 112th Company of the "2nd Marine Armored Infantry Division" of the Capital Group Army as a platoon leader.

And today, when the rebels launched an attack on the capital, his company was assigned to "Shelton Avenue" for defense.

"Da Da Da Da Da--"

The heavy machine gun's firepower poured out like a roar, and the steel whip formed by the bullets swept back and forth to the other side of the street, constantly knocking down the structures that were pouring in.

Rogge wiped off the black mud that covered his eyes, observed for a while, picked up the loudspeaker, and shouted to his companions behind him: "Set the firing parameters! Azimuth 26-00, firing angle 06-70! Mortar, fire!"

"Boom!" The mortar shell drew a meteor-like arc in the roar, exploded in the center of the enemy group, and instantly destroyed seven or eight structures.

But this was just a tiny wave in the black tide.

After the rebels captured the walled area, the battle line had been pushed to Sheldon Avenue. The sound of gunfire and artillery fire became more and more intense and fierce, one wave after another, and thick smoke was everywhere.

The originally laid communication lines were destroyed at some point, and the communication system was completely out of order. All the soldiers of the 112th Company could only rely on shouting to communicate. The commanders held loudspeakers like vendors in the vegetable market, shouting at the top of their lungs, but the sound of artillery fire could not reach far.

"Da da da da da--"

The machine gunner next to Rogge clenched his teeth, his fingers almost never left the trigger, and bullets poured out of the heavy machine gun he controlled like a storm.

The dense barrage cut through the air, and the collision between the metal bullets and the active metal on the construct was endless, sparks flew, as if a fire was ignited on the battlefield.

Suddenly, without any warning, the sound of machine gun fire stopped.

"What are you doing? Shoot!" Rogge roared.

In the face of such a cluster charge by the enemy, the machine gun must not stop. The ammunition feeder and the shooter must work closely together to ensure that the enemy can be suppressed at all times.

If it stops for a second, the enemy may take this opportunity to advance several meters and further compress the defensive space.

Rogge was about to scold the machine gunner, but after seeing the current situation, he was speechless.

The machine gunner was dead. A bullet shot from a distance penetrated the gap of the bulletproof baffle and directly lifted his skull, and blood splattered everywhere behind him.

Because the battlefield was too noisy, he didn't hear the sound of being hit just now.

Without the suppression of heavy machine guns, the construct advanced faster.

Rogge made a prompt decision and took over the responsibility of the machine gunner himself, roaring and continuing to fire.

"Come on! You damn bastards!!!"

Under Rogge's heavy firepower suppression, constructs were constantly hit by bullets, and body fragments flew everywhere, but they did not stop. The front row fell, and the back row quickly filled up, like waves of endless tides, surging forward without interruption.

Human attention is limited. When Rogge was focused on firing, he did not notice that a black shadow was jumping down from a nearby tall building.

A construct relied on the building to bypass the line of fire with its powerful climbing ability, and then jumped straight down.

"Bang!" It fell straight into the position, just behind Rogge.

Because of the huge impact of falling from a height, its legs were directly broken and paralyzed on the ground.

But this did not affect the bomb implanted in its body.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment. When Rogge looked back blankly, memories emerged in front of him like a revolving lantern. He saw the praise of his teacher when he was admitted to a good university, his parents who were proud of him, and the warm childhood full of laughter.

"Boom!!!" The flames of the self-explosion of the construct bloomed in the defensive position, and Rogge and the surrounding soldiers were all torn into the most primitive human fragments.

Without heavy firepower suppression, the black wave surged through the position in a very short time, submerging the remnants of the 112th Company.

"Damn it! The 112th Company position has fallen! Shelton Avenue has been lost! Repeat! Shelton Avenue has been lost! These monsters are attacking our flanks!"

"Aslan! Use your No. 003 Titan to block them! Quick!"

In the manual driving room of the No. 003 Colossus-class Titan of the 2nd Marine Armored Infantry Division, the commander's hoarse shouts were coming from the communication station.

"Titan No. 003 received it." The driver Aslan replied calmly, and turned the direction of the huge war machine under his seat.

When his eyes swept over the control system, he caught a glimpse of the photo placed next to the control panel.

It was a cute little girl wearing a floral dress and had brown hair like her.

His daughter, Misha.

Aslan will never forget that it was the autumn of the 147th year of Dawn, and he was participating in training in the military camp.

The squad leader suddenly found him with a serious expression and said that his wife was in the hospital for a difficult delivery, and asked him to take a leave to go there quickly.

At that moment, Aslan, who was not afraid of the gun, was frightened and lost his mind. He didn't even have time to change his military uniform and rushed to the hospital in a panic.

He waited outside the operating room for a whole night, praying to God in his heart, hoping that his wife and children would be safe.

At 4:13 in the morning, with a moan in the operating room, the attending doctor came out and said in a congratulatory tone: "Congratulations, Mr. Aslan, both mother and daughter are safe, and you are a father now."

When Aslan walked into the ward to visit, his wife looked a little pale, but in good spirits. She called with tears in her eyes: "Aslan, come and see your daughter."

He came to the crib and felt that his heart was hit by something. A huge sense of happiness filled his body, as if a warm stream of water was spreading in his heart.

The little baby slept quietly in the cradle, and the milky moonlight flowed on her rosy face, as if she was covered with a soft veil.

There was also a small birthmark on the chubby neck, in the shape of a heart. This child expressed his love to the world as soon as he was born.

When he saw his daughter for the first time, Aslan couldn't help but shed tears.

This is a little angel, a gift from God to him.

Aslan's eyes moved from the photo to the observation screen. The street ahead was full of fire and smoke. The black wave composed of the cluster of constructs was raging and surging, crushing all obstacles mercilessly, as if turning this land into purgatory.

"Titan No. 003, start suppressing."

He reported to the communicator, his eyes full of determination, and said to himself: "Dad will protect you, Misha."

The huge Colossus-class Titan started up, and its rugged surface ejected powerful artillery, multiple rocket launchers, rotary heavy machine guns and other weapons, and the fire control indicator flashed a blood-like red light.

The cluster of constructs swarmed in, and these creatures who did not know what death was were charging in silence, attacking the Titan mecha without fear.

Aslan activated all weapons, and the Titan mecha began to roar.

"Boom boom boom boom--"

"Da da da da da--"

The hot energy bombs drew a series of scorching rays in the air, falling like meteorites in the construct line, melting everything they touched.

Multiple rocket launchers fired dense bullets, and in the violent explosions, flames rose one after another, turning the battlefield into a hell of fire.

The heavy machine guns fired, and the steel whips intertwined to form a deadly fire network. The bodies of the constructs were torn apart fiercely, and they fell down like straw cut by a sickle.

However, despite the fierce firepower of the Titan mecha, the number of constructs was too large, as if endless and pouring in continuously.

"I won't let you pass! I won't let you hurt Misha!"

Aslan gripped the control stick and roared, trying his best to evenly distribute the landing points to maximize the killing efficiency.

After the 112th Company's position fell, he was already the last barrier on the flank of the main force of the 2nd Marine Division. He must stop the attack of the constructs, otherwise the entire defense line will collapse.

His home was less than ten kilometers behind the defense line. He would never allow these monsters to rush there, never!

But in the face of the overwhelming offensive, human will is too small.

No matter how frantically Aslan attacked, the offensive of the constructs did not weaken at all. Whenever a batch of constructs was destroyed, new constructs quickly filled up. Each individual was faithfully executing the instructions from the queen bee, endlessly filling the battlefield.

Gradually, the energy of the Titan mecha was greatly consumed, and the ammunition reserves had reached the bottom, and it was difficult to maintain the initial high-density killing.

Taking advantage of this gap, the first wave of constructs rushed to the front of the Titan mecha.

These worker bees began to climb up along the limbs of the Titan mecha. No matter how it flapped on its body, the speed of shaking off was far less than the speed of the new constructs.

Soon, the constructs crawled all over the surface of the Titan mecha like ants. They drilled into any gaps that could accommodate them, crawled into all holes that could be squeezed in, and then detonated the self-destruct bombs in their bodies without hesitation.

"Boom boom boom boom——"

The power of the self-explosion of countless constructs instantly blew this Colossus-class Titan into pieces, and the heavy metal armor collapsed and splashed, and the fragments scattered around like iron rain.

The unrecognizable mechanical structure kept falling, and the chassis was completely destroyed in the violent explosion. The huge metal body lost its support and fell heavily to the ground.

The cockpit was shrouded in flames and smoke, the red indicator light kept flashing, and the piercing alarm sounded mixed with the roar of the outside world, as if announcing the end of this war machine.

Aslan's body was hit by a piece of metal plate lifted by the explosion, and he fell on the driver's seat with blood dripping, already in a state of dying.

Through his blurred vision, he saw the photo that had been shaken to the floor. Misha's smiling face became distorted and blackened in the flames.

He reached out his hand to pick up the photo and hold it in his arms.

"Boom!!!" Titan's energy core exploded, endless flames erupted from the inside of the mecha, and the entire body was torn into countless pieces by the explosion.

"Titan No. 003003 was destroyed! Repeat! Titan No. 003 was destroyed! Our flank was penetrated"

At the main position of the 2nd Marine Division, every soldier saw the fallen Titan. The majestic war machine in the past was now only a pile of twisted metal debris.

The eyes of the soldiers of the 2nd Marine Division reflected the burning fire. The temperature around the battlefield was obviously extremely hot due to the war, but they could only feel the endless cold, and despair spread wantonly.

Looking around, as far as the eye can see, there are structures without any expression. They let bullets rain down on themselves, leaving scorching bullet holes, and then they drag their devastated bodies and continue to approach the position.

Near the command position, a soldier asked in horror: "Sir, what should we do?"

The commander of the 2nd Marine Division recovered from his sluggishness. His eyes were filled with the gloom of facing destruction, but there was still a wisp of fire burning.

He picked up the loudspeaker from the ground and faced the soldiers who looked at him for help.

"Compatriots, our defenses have been penetrated, destruction is close at hand, and no one can stop the coming of death."

"But I will not order a retreat."

"Because there are our parents, children, friends and everything behind us that we vow to protect with our lives."

"Home is behind you, there is no way to retreat!"

The commander of the 2nd Marine Division rushed out of the bunker and stepped on the top of the sandbag pile, standing tall like a Titan, ensuring that he could be seen by every soldier.

"All the soldiers in the army!"

He looked at the vast structures surging in the distance and gave his last order in this life.

"Fix bayonets!!!"

"Beep-beep--" the sharp charge whistle tore through the sky, accompanied by hoarse war roars that echoed in the 2nd Marine Division position.

The soldiers mounted bayonets on their firearms, and the blades shone coldly under the illumination of artillery fire, launching a final challenge to fate.

The commander of the 2nd Marine Division took the lead in the charge. These desperate soldiers stepped through the battlefield full of mud and corpses, and charged head-on into the black wave that symbolized death.

Finally, it was like a small sand boat crashing into a huge wave, causing a wave of spray. Then all the gravel disappeared. (End of chapter)