Bald Head Ridge truly lived up to its name.
It was a solitary peak over fifty meters high, made entirely of solid rock from the inside out.
Three sides were sheer cliffs, while the northern side was a steep slope inclined at seventy degrees.
The mountaintop covered roughly three hundred square meters. Including the section extending down the northern slope, the total area was only around five hundred square meters, so stationing a hundred soldiers there was already the limit.
The Great Wei Dynasty had once tried to build a sturdy fortress on Bald Head Ridge, one filled with ingenious ideas, and they had indeed succeeded. At its peak, the fortress could house more than three hundred people. It stood in distant mutual support with Black Rock Fortress, 1,200 meters away, and had once made the Mirage Demon Soldiers suffer terribly.
That was until the Mirage Demon Soldiers hauled over countless bundles of firewood and surrounded Bald Head Ridge. A great blaze burned through the sky, and from then on, no commander was ever willing to station troops on Bald Head Ridge for long.
So the old man had been right: fire attacks could only burn oneself.
"Can't we escape?"
That was the first question Zhang Yang asked after fully understanding the situation at Bald Head Ridge Fortress. It was not that he truly intended to flee; he wanted to assess where they could break through once the game officially began.
Establishing a dynasty was no easy matter. First, one needed a sufficiently stable base. Otherwise, if he remained trapped at Bald Head Ridge Fortress all the time, how could he be a hidden dragon? How could he contend for supremacy?
"Escape? Where do you think you can go?"
"To the northwest lies Black Rock Fortress, and beyond that is