When Ulutus arrived in Shangjing, Zurbeye's army had already replaced Shangjing's city defense.

Unlike Bayanwugula City, Eastern Mongolia, the walls of Shangjing City are covered with bricks. The green bricks are full of historical sense of age and vicissitudes, and some moss and weeds grow out of the gaps. It just so happened that it was autumn rain, and it was raining and raining, which made people feel a little sad.

The Great Jin Kingdom, which once powerful and arrogant, swept across the Liao and Song dynasties, started its journey of dominance with this starting point. The Shangjing City, once a powerful country, carried the glory of the winner and the tears of the loser.

Unfortunately, everything is in the past!

Wulutus took off his hood that was blocking his raincoat on his head and let the rain pour over his head bit by bit. This allowed him to calm down quickly and let him know clearly that no matter how brilliant it was, it would be wiped out by the power of time. Just like the current Great Jin Kingdom, its former power is no longer remembrance, and now it can only shrink in a small place to survive.

Although Ulutus tribe is rising in the east under its leadership, it is difficult to guarantee that this momentum will continue. If one day the main Mongolian army returns, will it become yesterday's yellow flower like the Great Jin Kingdom and completely disappear into the dust of history?

However, before that happens, you must do something.

For example, although the glory of this Shangjing City has disappeared, it has the power to make the city regain its glory. By then, even if the main Mongolian army returns, I will have the confidence to fight.

While he was thinking, Zuerbai also had already left the city gate to greet the officials in Shangjing. Everyone was directly exposed to the continuous autumn rain, and the water droplets slid down their cheeks, soaking their luxurious clothes. The ground watered by the rain also became muddy, dyeing their clothes yellow.

But no one dared to feel dissatisfied at all. Even when Ulutus approached on a horse, Wanyan Luoshu led people to pray devoutly. Their foreheads were directly pressed into the muddy ground, and the mud and water spread out between their eyebrows. When they flowed down the sides of their nose bridge, no one dared to reach out to wipe them.

I was afraid that a trivial little move would arouse the dissatisfaction of the Mongolian prince and the new owner of Shangjing.

"The sinner Wanyan Luoshu..................... "Along with Wanyan Luoshu's words, everyone spoke in unison. The movements were surprisingly consistent and the posture was surprisingly pious.

Looking at their lowered heads, Ulutus rode on the horse, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction arose.

"Is this the corrosion of power?" Ulutus thought of the subtle changes in his mood since he mastered the ancient tribe. He had felt a little confused and uneasy because of the sudden huge power he gained. But since he took over Bayan Ugula City, he had already begun to enjoy being in a high position.

The feeling of awakening the power of the world and deciding life and death in one sentence made him obsessed and more tireless. Today, his power will move towards a higher level.

"Will the Shangjing city in front of you become the starting point for yourself toward glory like the Emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom when he was founded?" Ulutus looked at the wide open city gate in front of you, and couldn't help but think.

"King!" Zuerbiao also saw that his master was a little confused and deliberately reminded him softly.

"Well! You all get up!" Ulutus asked the surrender below to stand up and then said, "Enter the city!".

The simple words suddenly sounded cheers in the army. This was a celebration of victory, and it was also the cheers of the soldiers to the Ulutus tribe who defeated the soldiers without fighting. Because only with strong strength can this be achieved. Only with powerful Ulutus tribe can it be so easy to win.

Compared with the heaviness reflected by the city walls, there is only bleakness and uneasiness in the city.

Because of the orders in advance, I knew that there would be a big Mongolian figure coming. The people in the city were ordered to come out to greet them, so in the dense rain, there were people who were numb, panic, nervous, and even hatred. Although the Mongolians had never launched siege or massacre in Shangjing, the city declined because of Mongolia.

From the capital of Shangguo to a border town of a small country, the sense of loss caused by this gap in status is a common pain for all people who have been home for generations.

Now, the city is going to return to the Mongolians who knocked the city down into the dust with their own hands. Everyone, every person living in this city, is full of confusion and anxiety about the future. There is even an indelible sense of humiliation that is entangled and echoed in their hearts.

When Ulutus entered the city, he was facing such a group of people with complex mentality.

"Kneel!" The city defense forces who had been guarding both sides of the streets shouted loudly.

A large number of kneeling sounded on the streets in the rain. The sound of rain and the ground colliding, the sound of rain and human bodies colliding, and the sound of knees and ground colliding, mixed together for a while.

A dull and depressing atmosphere spread in the rain, into everyone's psychology, into the streets and alleys of Shangjing City.

Seeing this silent kneeling and silence, Ulutus was not happy, but was a little worried. This city does not belong to him now. The people of this city will not accept his new master so easily in a short period of time.

Because what he saw in the faces of these people was not only numbness, fear and fear, but also no desire for a new life, nor joy for his new master. What's more, he also showed a strong hatred.

"Oh!" Wulutus sighed a little in his heart. Originally, he did not want to use tough measures to the city, but judging from the reactions of these people, he might have to "major blood change". Although he would not have killed them, he would have to replace more than half of the people here. Then move the people loyal to Wulutus' tribe in, and then the unique mark of the Jurchens in the capital can be erased.

When he was thinking about the arrangements for the capital in the future, the kneeling team continued to move forward with the army's pace. The decaying/grey old houses and the kneeling backs of the people merged into one.

At this moment, the people dressed in Jurchens rushed out of the kneeling team, trying to be detrimental to the marching army. However, without the need for the army of Ulutus, the city defense force of Wanyan Luoshu cut off this ruthless unruly man to death on the spot like chopping vegetables and melons.
Chapter completed!