Compared with the AK made by Russia and Mao, in fact, this gun should be called the real king of killing, since its birth, at least millions of people have died under the muzzle of this gun.

9 years after its birth, the British brought this machine gun to the battlefield for the first time, in Rhodesia, Africa, 50 colonial British troops, relying on 4 Maxim heavy machine guns, repelled the siege of 5,000 local aborigines, and killed more than 3,000 people on the spot, and the real glory of this old gun was in the First World War, the most famous of which was the Battle of the Somme, the German army relied on the Maxim machine gun, killed 60,000 British soldiers in one day, and in the entire campaign of 1.2 million casualties, the Maxim heavy machine gun contributed more than half。

So much so that the main purpose of the British to develop the tank was to deal with the enemy's Maxim machine gun position. So don't look at this gun, it is outdated and outdated in the modern world, but if you talk about the record, this gun can definitely not be listed as a world famous gun, and it is also a world famous gun that changed history.

During the First World War, the British cavalry was destroyed in front of the German machine-gun position, and these orcs on the opposite side did not even have horses, they could only be regarded as fast-moving heavy infantry, and they only held cold weapons such as broadswords and spears in their hands.

In Xiao Feng's eyes, these guys are completely no different from those African natives back then, no matter how many of them are, they are just a dish in front of this heavy machine gun.

Ran out of one bullet chain and replaced it with another, and the orc charge under the city wall had already been routed by him, and after Niang died at the front, there were still a few small leaders supervising the orcs behind to continue the charge.

But when the charging orcs were killed one after another on the way, and the number of dead and wounded had exceeded half, these orcs finally couldn't hold it anymore.

The city wall in front seemed to be very close, but in fact it was very far, a short distance of twenty meters, but it was a line of life and death that they could never cross, and the corpses of more than 200 people had fallen on this line.

When more than half of an army in the Cold Weapon Age is killed or wounded, especially when all the commanders are killed, the end waiting for them is undoubtedly collapse.

I don't know who was the first to turn around and escape, what followed was a series of chain reactions, and a group of half-orcs were scrambling to turn around and run, after all, no one wanted to die under the city wall in such an unknown way.

It was too much of a coward to die here without even seeing what the enemy looked like, and it was a coward to be looked down upon in the orc army to run away, but these orcs were obviously more willing to be cowards than to die here in vain.

Unfortunately, they were too close to the city wall this time, and it was already dawn at this time, without the cover of night, it was impossible for them to escape the range of Makqin in Xiao Feng's hand.

Growing tall and strong is indeed very advantageous when fighting hand-to-hand with cold weapons, but when escaping, this has become their disadvantage, because considering that this time it may break the city and melee combat, so the half-orcs are wearing heavy armor, and at this time, these heavy armor not only will not play a protective role, but become a burden to them.

Originally, he didn't run fast, and he was wearing a piece of equipment weighing dozens of pounds, so the speed of escaping was even slower, and he had no strength even after running more than a hundred meters, and Makqin's range could reach up to four thousand meters, and these stupid and slow half-orcs were completely like a group of boiled ducks in Xiao Feng's opinion, and they couldn't fly out of the pot at all.

Soon the last orc was knocked to the ground, and the whole battlefield was silent, without a sound, and every time a war was fought in the past, there would always be wounded soldiers on the battlefield who did not die, and they would scream because of the pain.

But this time on the battlefield, except for the crackling sound of burning and exploding sawdust from time to time in the fire ditch that had not yet been completely extinguished, there was complete silence, everyone was dead, and there were no wounded at all.

Lacking protection and rushing relatively close, hitting the bullet that knocked down Makqin was basically a death, even if the orcs were known for their physical strength, they couldn't compete with the hot metal projectiles at all.

The city wall was filled with a strong smell of gunsmoke, Xiao Feng looked at the Shura field in front of him, and he was also solemn, he took out a cigarette and pressed it on the sleeve outside the machine gun, although it had been connected to the water tank to cool down, but five hundred bullets were fired out in a row, which still made the water in the sleeve boil, and he easily lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then turned his head to look.

Next to him were all the natives of this world who were looking at themselves dumbfounded, Kyle opened his mouth wide, Du Kaidi also had a long mouth, and as for the other native soldiers, when they saw Xiao Feng's gaze sweeping over their bodies, they were directly frightened and knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads at all.

After glancing at the city, the natives who had also seen the battlefield through the cracks in the city wall were also on their knees, not daring to raise their heads at all, and Friday took the lead in shouting loudly.

"The gods have come down to earth, thank our great master, for killing all the orcs, and now we are safe. Long live the master, long live ... ”

Then there were the tsunami-like cheers of the other native mountains, Xiao Feng's performance today was really shocking, one person wiped out hundreds of half-orcs on the other side!

For the natives, this is completely unthinkable, as a defeated half-orc, of course, they know how powerful these guys are, but usually it takes three or five of them to deal with one half-orc, and they were actually killed by the master alone more than five hundred, saying that the master is not a god, who else believes?

The master is God!

The natives shouted long live, and they couldn't calm down for a long time, Xiao Feng didn't bother to stop them, he knew that these people had now regarded themselves as gods, but wasn't it good to be a deified self?

After the deification of the self, it will be easier to control and rule this tribe, and speak more authoritatively, and this big victory obviously also completely unites everyone and becomes an inseparable real tribe.

Although these Tolonians had previously expressed their submission, they still maintained a sense of superiority over the natives, which was not conducive to the unity and integration of the entire tribe.

And now that they have experienced such a war, especially after winning a big victory, these Tolonians should not have any sense of superiority, after all, as Xiao Feng, who is more powerful than them, can be pleasant to those natives, what qualifications do they have to pretend to be B in front of the natives.