"Oh!"

A childish scream rang out, and little Charlemagne sat down on the ground with his helmet head in his hands.

William put the wooden sword in his hand on the ground, looked at little Charlemagne holding his head playfully, and said: "Tsk, it's too weak, it's too weak, how can you protect your sister and your mother like this, you have to continue to practice!" ”

William has nothing to do today, since the first round of construction of the territory after the war, there are no big things that need to be dealt with by William, and everything else will basically be solved later, so William handed over the matter to Baron Reims and Baron Kenos, except for some very important things, there is no need to hand it over to William.

Therefore, he was able to have this time to train with Charlemagne Jr. in person.

"My brother is so weak! My brother is so weak! How to protect Windsor in the future! ”

Little Windsor in the back also began to heckle after hearing this, laughing at little Charlemagne.

And little Richard was also eating his fingers in Lingsi's arms, looking at his brother sitting on the ground in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.

At this time, Wella was not happy and scolded Little Windsor: "What do you say? That's your brother, don't talk like that in the future! ”

After speaking, Wella got up from the seat, ran to little Charlemagne's side, helped him up from the ground, squatted on the ground and slapped the dirt on his body, and comforted little Charlemagne dotingly: "Don't listen to your father, he was the champion knight of the kingdom back then, it's normal that you can't beat him at your age, and you will surpass him in the future!" ”

After speaking, Wella got up from the ground again, took little Charlemagne's hand, walked in front of William, raised her head and said to William: "Charlemagne has done a good job!" You are not allowed to bully him like that! ”

Wella's face is very serious, she really loves little Richard very much, and even scolded her beloved husband for this, but this is also related to William's usual favor and respect, she has such courage.

William never believed that the relationship between husband and wife should be maintained by majesty and fear, and neither party could be enslaved, so he also attached great importance to respecting her while loving her.

Looking at Wella, who still looked petite in front of him, William couldn't help but shake his head helplessly and said, "But aren't I testing Charlemagne's training results?" If you spoil him like this, he won't do much! ”

"You also know what kind of struggle I went through to get to where I am today and my strength, I was just a robber at the beginning!"

Hearing this, Wei Na couldn't help but be a little out of words, but the motherhood in her personality still let her defend her son, and raised her pretty face that was still beautiful after giving birth to a child and said: "Then you are not allowed to be so heavy in the future, you have to teach him well, do you hear!" ”

As she spoke, Wella glared at William viciously, making him quite helpless.

Little Charlemagne, who was guarded by Wella, broke free from her hand at this time, took off his helmet, and revealed his sweat-soaked blonde hair inherited from William.

His blue eyes, which were the same as William's, were full of tenacity, and he said to his mother, Wella, "Mother, you don't have to protect me like this, as a man, the son of an earl, the son of a champion knight, I must make myself strong, everything I must learn, I must learn well, I must not ruin my father's reputation." ”

After saying this, little Charlemagne put on the iron helmet he had made for himself again, picked up the wooden sword that had been knocked away by William from the ground, and put on a sword starter pose to prepare for a second attack on William.

And Wella looked at her son with pity and pride, pity for little Charlemagne to bear this fatigue and pain, and pride for his perseverance and determination to become an inspirational talent.

Looking at her son who had made up her mind, Wella couldn't help but feel very proud, although she was reluctant, she still retreated to the back and watched the two of them conduct confrontation training.

William smiled, he was also very satisfied with Charlemagne's words, and also put on a starting pose, intending to concentrate on training with Charlemagne Jr.

Little Charlemagne is certainly not William's opponent, as the champion swordsman of the Kingdom of Tskema, William's strength is even more exaggerated than Banstersk, who has taken medicine, and can be comparable to the strength of orcs, and his reflexes and speed are also very terrifying.

In this way, little Charlemagne was knocked down by William again and again, but he stood up from the ground again and again.

Anyway, he was wearing thick cotton armor and leather armor as a cushion, and there were several layers of animal skin in the helmet, so he basically wouldn't be hurt, only hurt.

Looking at such a strong little Charlemagne, William couldn't help but feel distressed, but he knew that this kind of tenacious character had to be cultivated since childhood and could not be stifled.

On the other side, Wella covered her mouth, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and looked at little Charlemagne who was knocked down again and again with distress.

And Windsor was also distressed, and kept shouting in her immature childish voice: "Dad, don't beat my brother!" Stop! ”

The same is true of little Richard, who has just learned to speak, and vaguely helps little Charlemagne speak.

"How? Can you still hold on? With a smile still on his face, William asked little Charlemagne, who gritted his teeth and insisted.

"Of course! Again! ”

He was answered by little Charlemagne's determined roar as he lunged at him again.

William began to cope again.

In this way, more than an hour has passed, and Charlemagne Jr. has been knocked down more than fifty times, on average every minute, and this is still when William keeps his hand, otherwise with William's strength, Charlemagne Jr. is estimated to not be able to hold out for ten seconds.

In the end, little Charlemagne still couldn't hold it anymore, with extreme exhaustion on his face, and slowly fell to the ground.

William picked him up and said gently: "Good job, really worthy of my son!" ”

Wella, also with tears on her face, walked to William's side, looked at little Charlemagne lying in his arms, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at him proudly and distressedly.

"This is our son! Our pride! Later the king of Denlenburg and Isamdenburg! I'll give him a big piece of territory! ”

William looked at the little Charlemagne in his arms, his heart was full of fighting spirit, if the previous struggles were to satisfy the pursuit of power and ambition in his heart, then now he is fighting for his son and for his future family.

Like William, in a squire's house in Issamdenburg, a veteran who had served in William's army was training his youngest son.

His eldest son, who was already twenty years old, was now being trained in the Denlenburg infantry recruits, and the other two sons were also training in the militia.

However, he did not rest and began to train his youngest son. 2k reading web