Ronan had truly capsized in the gutter this time. People were most prone to mistakes when they were riding high.
After several chaotic clashes, Ronan's forces had gained no great advantage. The army he led was not a standard Kree Empire force, but a motley army he had borrowed from Thanos—the Chitauri.
Rocket Raccoon had once given the Chitauri a scathing assessment: the worst army in the Milky Way, complete garbage. Their only strength was their sheer numbers and low intelligence, making them perfect cannon fodder to be expended at will.
That was precisely why Thanos used them. He did not care if they died; one could even say that dying was their greatest contribution. Trash did not necessarily need to be sorted carefully. It could be tossed into a garbage disposer, ground to pieces, and washed away with water.
In order to break the deadlock, they even set their sights on the enemy. Yondu's fighter was shot down under their desperate barrage, and then two small spacecraft and more than a dozen soldiers surrounded him, demanding that he order the Ravagers to turn their guns on the Nova Corps.
But how could Yondu be so easily coerced? Besides, Quill had already infiltrated the Necro. If he defected now, would he not be attacking his own son as well? So Yondu began to whistle a melodious tune, and the Yaka Arrow at his waist slowly rose with the sound.
The Chitauri truly lived up to their title as the worst army. With Yondu acting like that, they still failed to grasp the situation and simply stood there staring dumbly.
Yondu's whistle suddenly turned shrill, like a suona horn! When the suona sounded and white cloth was draped, the Yaka Arrow flashed red everywhere. The whistle shifted through endless marvelous notes,