But nobody believed this blatant lie when news spread of our triumphant uprising in the southern plains. It was all part of my plan, to fight the government with my own propaganda. To make myself into a mysterious hero, whose actual existence or mere fabrication was never known. I would be the hidden crusader, making appearances here, winning a battle there, and then disappearing until the next uprising. By one day I was victorious in Vilanueva, the next bitterly defeated in Guacamayal. I was eaten alive by Motilon Indians, only to be found dead a backwater village swamp and rising victorious again in Urumita. The result was is vast increase in my causes popularity and in the sizes...

Sellouts. Everyone knows that the liberal cause will be drowned out as a minority in the halls of conservative bastions. It is all for personal gain, personal power, not the betterment, and freedom, of our country.
The response I received was typical. I promised to wage total war against the established regime. They threatened to shoot Colonel Gernieldo Marquez if I did not immediately withdraw from the eastern front. But such is the way of war.