An old Afghan man knew how to defend against drones and knew where to hide to avoid being bombarded, suggesting the greatest likelihood was being targeted by a drone.
And Gao Yuan, he knew that too, but he just didn't think of it at the time.
This difference between realizing and not realizing was the distinction between a veteran and a rookie, the value of experience.
Ashraf threw the drone to the ground and stomped on it hard; as someone who could never possess drones, he loathed the contraption.
Pointing at Gao Yuan's ammo pouch and then up to the sky, Ashraf was inquiring whether there were any more of the hand grenades from earlier, and Gao Yuan pulled out another one, holding up a single finger to indicate it was the last one.
Ashraf's spirits lifted, and then he pointed to Gao Yuan's helmet. Gao Yuan reacted after a moment, realizing Ashraf meant his night vision goggles.
