There was no denying that Supiluliumas's arrogant attitude had left many Paititi natives dissatisfied. Yet the facts were plain: Enuratu and her supporters were utterly incapable of resisting the Quetzalcoatl Cult's siege, much less the celestial warrior standing before them.
Enuratu's so-called resistance was really just a guerrilla force that occasionally ambushed Trinity survey outposts, military supply stations, ammunition depots, and fuel stores. Because of the disparity in firepower, they did not succeed every time. The gap between automatic rifles and bows could only be exploited in ambushes; once Trinity mercenaries spotted them and retaliated, the resistance suffered heavy casualties. Thus, every attack by Enuratu and the tribal warriors had to be carried out cautiously, followed by a hasty retreat. They had not inflicted any truly irreparable losses on the Trinity or the San Juan Church.
An officer like Camila had experience fighting guerrilla warfare in the Peruvian jungle, and she simply could not understand Enuratu and the tribal warriors' tactics. The Quetzalcoatl Cult had seized power years ago. Camila could not understand why, after all this time, even the residents of the towns outside were selling guns taken from Trinity mercenaries in exchange for supplies, while Enuratu and her tribal warriors still had not learned to use firearms.
So set in their ways, so ignorant—it was no wonder the Quetzalcoatl Cult had taken power from them.
"Fifty warriors?" Supiluliumas also realized that he had initially overestimated Enuratu's organizational and military capabilities. He had judged that the tribal warriors following Enuratu possessed firm religious faith and a sense of mission, and that Enuratu would make good use of them. But the situation was even worse than he had expected. He shared Camila's doubts, yet he did not offer such a shallow explanation. "The Trinity has several hundred mercenaries. Why haven't