Since Qin Ke has the ability to control sand, it is much easier to do. The two of them worked together to build a high wall on the entire Wuquan Mountain, like an iron bucket.

Although this kind of wall is quite silly against gluttonous warships, it is still very useful against demon imps who can only use a few energy bombs.

After more than an hour of busy work, it was finally completed. The 30-meter-high and 10-meter-thick city wall was equipped with hundreds of cannons, completely protecting the gate that extended the base into the mountain. Five staircases leading to the various armament zones connect the upper and lower levels, as well as a passage to the interior of the base for emergency use.

This is the last line of defense, Li Ci hopes that no demon can attack here, but if he really attacks here, he can also hit the enemy with danger, so that he will not be powerless to fight back.

Now that the worries have been lifted, it's time to start preparing for the afternoon battle.

The armed artillery of the Lanzhou Military Region had already been loaded onto the train, and Qin Ke thought of creating a sand track with the same function as the rails, so that he could take the train all the way south and go straight to Shichuan.

Shichuan is located in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, where the river slows down, and there is a horseshoe-shaped bend, the abundant river water feeds the people here, and this Shichuan also has the reputation of "the hometown of melons and fruits" and "plugging the small Jiangnan".

But now it has become a ruin, the pear orchards everywhere have been destroyed, and the peasants have fled. Fortunately, the land here is vast and sparsely populated, and it is relatively easy for the masses to retreat, together with the Gaoshi Highway in Gaolan County, which played a big role at this time.

In addition to the abundance of natural products, it is a vast area with unobstructed flatness. The decisive battle here can exert the power of the artillery array, and it can also give Zhao and them a chance to launch their own attacks.

It was half-past eleven, and everything was ready. Li Ci sat on the locomotive, and the freight cars behind him were full of PLA soldiers and Zhao, Li Feifei and Tariq.

Li Ci is always more experienced than Qin Ke, and he is relatively safe to transport troops. And Qin Ke is in charge of the more than forty cannon carriages, one hundred and twenty cannons, or heavy reinforcement guns, to deal with demon imps, as long as they hit, they will die.

It's powerful, but it's not lightweight, and it takes four fighters to handle it with precision. So, in order to use these cannons, and to protect these artillerymen, six hundred fighters were also equipped. Li Ci held the lives of more than 1,000 people in his hands this time, and he didn't dare to slack off.

All the goods and personnel got on the train, and Li Ci and Qin Ke looked at each other as if they started the train at the same time.

Steady sand tracks appear and disappear under the wheels at the tail of the locomotive, and the train is strangely silent.

This is the benefit of Cheng Yaowen's ability copied by Li Ci, he can fight, defend and fly, this is the most suitable combat auxiliary ability.

Li Ci and Qin Ke's flying car was already advancing rapidly, and at this speed, it wouldn't take long to reach Shichuan, and they could even prepare positions to be more prepared to attack the enemy.

The speeding train was like a speeding car, and if it weren't for the physical problems of ordinary soldiers, Li Ci would have been faster.

On the other side, Wei Yang, the big demon, was counting his people, and more than 4,000 demons were suppressed by his deterrence, and with these demons in his hands, they were definitely able to sweep through any base.

This Wei Yang didn't look disgusting like a demon imp, he maintained a normal human body shape and face, and it was only when he opened his eyes that the blood-red, fiery eyes let people know that he was no longer human.

The melancholy shawl hair, a white upright suit with a black tie, and a pair of white leather shoes under his feet make Wei Yang look like a rich boy, the kind of melancholy prince who can cause all girls to scream when he walks on the street. The face covered by the long hair looks a little unreal, but it is even more mysterious.

Behind him is a pure white cloak, like an admiral, or more like the monster thief Kidd.

These people and demons who are not afraid of the cold winter gathered on the bank of the Yellow River, with a long table of melons and fruits roasted meat, and on the huge grill on the side, a demon folded his wings and turned a sheep on the grill hard.

The charcoal fire made of pear wood rises into a smokeless scorching flame, and the pale orange tongue of fire engulfs every part of the sheep rack, and the enticing fragrance emanates from here.

The neat demons standing around couldn't help but swallow their saliva, this was a delicacy that they didn't eat often when they were human beings, and now it was placed in front of them.

As demons of degenerate liberalism, they instinctively wanted to rush up and feast, but they subconsciously glanced at the white melancholy man sitting on the high-backed chair, and timidly put away their thoughts.

Although the devil is very loose and advocates the supremacy of freedom. But under the absolute suppressive power, the cherishing of their lives still suppressed their instincts, which shows how powerful this male demon named Wei Yang has.

"King, the meat is roasted, do you see if you cut it and bring it over, or ......"

The demon of the barbecue covered the charcoal fire with a grille, the flame was suppressed, and the heat was gently dissipated, ensuring the doneness and heat of the mutton.

This is the basic ethics of a demonic cook, and it is also the duty of a demon as a slave to the Lord.

"Cut, plate, bring it to me. ”

Hearing this, Wei Yang stood up and commanded. He turned and walked to a large table with a spirit tablet on which was written, "My sister Wei Qing's Spirit Seat."

There are exquisite melons and fruits around the spirit card, three animal heads, and the incense burner the size of a human head in front of the spirit card has three finger-thick long incense, and the curling green smoke winds in the windless sunny day, enveloping the scope of this table.

Soon, the demon chef was carrying a beautiful blue and white porcelain plate the size of a human circle, which contained the mutton cut and plated, roasted with golden oil, but the overflowing grease was blotted dry by the professional demon chef with oil blotting paper, which looked very appetizing.

Wei Yang turned around and took the plate, put the plate in front of the spirit card, and didn't speak in a daze, just looked at the name written on the half-human-high spirit card.

"Xiaoqing, my brother has no ability, and he couldn't protect you. Now, brother will avenge you, that beast, I will definitely let him go down to make amends for you!"

Wei Yang muttered to himself in a daze, his eyes became more and more determined, and the flame in his eyes was like substance, ready to erupt.

The cold of winter was evaporated by the sudden heat, and the demons around them even felt the heat.

"Array, go!"

Wei Yang turned around, looked at the neat array of demon imps, and said lightly.