After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

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

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 from old records while cooking.

Whenever he had free time during the holidays, his father would take him to the suburbs to ride mountain bikes. The father and son would chase each other on the mountain trails, leaving laughter and sweat everywhere.

His mother was a typical housewife. She didn't have a job, but she never became lazy and was always virtuous.

His mother was always the first one to get up every day, cleaning the garden and doing housework. Every day when he woke up and walked out of the bedroom, he would always see a prepared breakfast and his mother's gentle smiling face.

In this oppressive world, Roger had a happy and blissful childhood.

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

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

"Da da da da da-"

The sound of heavy machine gun fire was like roars, and the long steel whip formed by the bullets swept back and forth to the other side of the street, constantly knocking down the oncoming structures.

Rogge wiped away the black mud that covered his eyes. After observing for a moment, he 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 with a roar and exploded in the center of the enemy cluster, instantly destroying seven or eight constructs.

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

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

The originally laid out communication lines were destroyed at some point and the communication system completely failed. All the soldiers of the 112th Company could only communicate by shouting. The commanders were like vendors in the vegetable market, holding loudspeakers and shouting at the top of their lungs, but the sound was drowned out by the artillery fire and could not be heard far away.

"Da da da da da-"

The machine gunner next to Rogge clenched his teeth, his finger almost never leaving the trigger, and bullets poured out from the heavy machine gun he operated like a storm.

Dense barrages of bullets cut through the air, the sound of metal bullets colliding with the active metal on the constructs was endless, sparks flew, as if a fire had ignited on the battlefield.

Suddenly, without warning, the machine gun fire stopped.

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

Facing this kind of group charge by the enemy, the machine gun must never stop, and the ammunition feeder and shooter must work closely together to ensure that the enemy can be suppressed at all times.

If we stop for even a second, the enemy may take this opportunity to advance several meters, further compressing the defensive space.

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

The machine gunner was already dead. A bullet shot from a distance penetrated the gap in the bulletproof plate and directly blew off his skull, and blood splattered everywhere behind him.

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

Without heavy machine gun suppression, the construct advanced faster.

Rogge acted decisively, took over the duties of the machine gunner himself, and continued firing with a roar.

"Come on! You damn bastards!!!"

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

Human attention is limited. While Rogge was concentrating on firing, he did not notice a dark shadow leaping down from a nearby tall building.

A construct used its powerful climbing ability to bypass the fire line by relying on the building, and then jumped straight down.

"Boom!" It fell straight into the position, right behind Rogge.

Due to the huge impact of falling from a high place, its legs were broken directly and it was 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 Roger looked back blankly, memories emerged before his eyes like a kaleidoscope. He saw the praise from his teachers 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 construct's self-explosion burst out in the defensive position, and Rogge and the surrounding soldiers were all torn into the most primitive human fragments.

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

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

"Athrun! Use your Titan 003 to stop them! Quick!"

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

"Titan No. 003 received it." The driver Aslan replied calmly, and controlled the huge war machine under him to change direction.

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

It was a cute little girl wearing a floral dress and having the same brown hair as her.

His daughter, Misha.

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

The squad leader suddenly found him with a serious expression and said that his wife was in the hospital suffering from a difficult labor and asked him to take leave and go there immediately.

At that moment, Aslan, who had shown no fear in the face of a gun, was so frightened that he lost his mind and rushed to the hospital in a panic without even having time to change his military uniform.

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

At 4:13 a.m., with a groan in the operating room, the attending doctor came out and said in a celebratory tone: "Congratulations, Mr. Aslan, 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. With tears in her eyes, she called out, "Aslan, come and see your daughter."

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

The little baby was sleeping quietly in the cradle, and the moonlight as bright as milk was flowing on her rosy face, as if covering her with a layer of soft veil.

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

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

This is a little angel, a gift from God.

Aslan's gaze shifted from the photo to the observation screen. The streets ahead were a mixture of fire and smoke. The black wave composed of clusters of constructs was raging and surging, ruthlessly crushing all obstacles, as if turning this land into purgatory.

"Titan No. 003, begin suppression."

After he finished reporting to the communicator, his eyes were full of determination, and he said to himself: "Dad will protect you, Misha."

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

Swarms of constructs swarmed in. These creatures, who knew nothing about death, charged in silence, attacking the Titan mechs without fear.

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

"Boom boom boom boom——"

"Da da da da da-"

The blazing energy bombs streaked across the sky and fell into the construct formation like meteorites, melting everything they touched.

Multiple rocket launchers spewed out dense barrages of bullets, and violent explosions caused columns of flames to rise one after another, turning the battlefield into a hell of fire.

The heavy machine guns fired, interweaving long steel whips into a deadly fire network. The bodies of the constructs were torn apart and fell down like straw cut by a sickle.

However, despite the Titan's fierce firepower, the number of constructs was too great, as if they were endless and kept coming.

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

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

After the 112th Company's position fell, it had become the last barrier on the flank of the main force of the 2nd Marine Division. It was necessary to stop the attack of the construct, otherwise the entire line of defense would 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 in the slightest. Whenever a batch of constructs was destroyed, new ones would quickly fill in. Each individual was faithfully carrying out the orders from the queen bee, endlessly adding lives to the battlefield.

Gradually, the Titan mecha's energy was greatly consumed, and its ammunition reserves were almost exhausted, making it difficult to maintain the initial high-density killing power.

Taking advantage of this gap, the first wave of constructs rushed to 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 at which they fell off was far slower than the speed at which the new structures poured in.

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

"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

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

The mechanical structure that was difficult to recognize its original prototype kept falling, and the chassis and limbs were 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 thick smoke, red indicator lights kept flashing, and the shrill alarm mixed with the roar from the outside world, as if announcing the end of this war machine.

Aslan's body was hit by a piece of metal plate lifted up by the explosion. He fell on the driver's seat covered in blood, already on the verge of death.

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

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

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

"Titan No. 003003 is destroyed! Repeat! Titan No. 003 is destroyed! Our flank has been penetrated"

At the main position of the 2nd Marine Division, every soldier saw the fallen Titan. The once majestic war machine was now just a pile of twisted metal wreckage.

The soldiers of the 2nd Marine Division had burning flames reflected in their eyes. The temperature around the battlefield had become extremely hot due to the war, but they could only feel endless coldness, and despair was spreading wildly.

Looking around, all within sight were expressionless structures. They let bullets rain down on them, leaving burnt bullet holes, and then continued to move closer to the position, dragging their battered bodies.

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

The commander of the 2nd Marine Division came back to his senses from his daze. His eyes were filled with gloom in the face of destruction, but there was still a glimmer of fire burning.

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

"My fellow countrymen, our defenses have been breached. Destruction is imminent. No one can stop the coming of death."

"But I will not order a retreat."

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

"Home is behind us, there is no way back!"

The commander of the 2nd Marine Division rushed out of the bunker and stepped to the top of the sandbag pile, standing there like a Titan, making sure that every soldier could see him.

"All soldiers and generals!"

He looked at the vast structure surging in the distance and issued the last order of his life.

"Bayonet!!!"

"Beep-beep--" the sharp charge whistle tore through the sky, and the hoarse war cry echoed in the position of the 2nd Marine Division.

The soldiers installed bayonets on their guns, the blades flashed coldly under the artillery fire, and launched a final challenge to fate.

The commander of the 2nd Marine Division led the charge. These desperate soldiers walked through the battlefield covered with mud and corpses and rushed head-on towards the black wave that symbolized death.

Finally, it was like a small sand boat rushing into a huge wave, causing a wave of splashes. Then all the sand and gravel disappeared.