In the grass.
The situation changed abruptly.
Everyone had thought Dong Xuebin was doomed. The four bullets fired by the two soldiers had been aimed with confidence. They were not amateur gun enthusiasts, but professionally trained soldiers with even some real combat experience. Yet Dong Xuebin merely tilted his head and shifted his body, dodging all four bullets. His expression did not change in the slightest, as if he had casually yawned. The seven or eight soldiers across from him all changed expression, while Zhang Longjuan, Zhai Shun, and Old Hong stared blankly from the ground.
They simply did not understand Dong Xuebin well enough.
Bullets were completely ineffective against him.
Dong Xuebin was in no hurry. After dodging them, he continued walking slowly toward the soldiers, one step at a time, as if he did not even see their gun barrels.
Naturally, the American soldiers had no idea how strong Dong Xuebin was, much less what bullets meant to him. They immediately began a second round of firing!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
More than a dozen bullets came flying at him!
"Little Dong! Get down!" Zhang Longjuan shouted.
"Watch out!" Zhai Shun and Old Hong also cried out in warning.
Yet Dong Xuebin remained utterly calm. As he walked, he shifted his body and tilted his head, dodging three bullets. Then he lowered himself slightly and paused for a step, evading another three. Immediately afterward, Dong Xuebin strode forward. Almost the instant the soldiers pulled their triggers, he surged ahead again and dodged several more bullets. By then, he was already right in front of them!
Not one of the dozen-plus bullets had hit!
The result gave the soldiers a fright!
Once could have been a coincidence. Twice could have been a coincidence. But after dodging