Chapter 4 - I Became the Cult Leader???

The next day, I called Layla into the conference room and told her to summon Karim Al-Hassa for an interview.

A moment later, as Yuri and I were sitting in the living room waiting, the door opened and a man walked in.

I blinked a few times.

He is a real Arab.

Not a half-baked type, not a hybrid of Western clothing like some other intellectuals. An Arab man with a royal demeanor.

He was dressed in a pure white tunic, with a red and white keffiyeh on his head, looking exactly like a Middle Eastern nobleman. But what almost made me choke on my tea was the hammer and sickle badge pinned to his chest.

I turned to Yuri, who was also raising his eyebrows and looking Karim up and down.

"Hello, are you the Commander-in-Chief?" Karim spoke, his voice deep but clear, accompanied by a confident smile.

I cleared my throat, trying to keep my voice serious. "Yes. Please sit down."

He gently pulled out a chair and sat down with a dignified posture, without any tension at all. Then he showed his file to me and Yuri.

Yuri picked up his cup of coffee, took a sip, and asked directly: "Are you a Muslim Socialist?"

Karim smiled faintly, running a hand through his black beard. "Socialism is the path to justice, and Islam is the path to morality. I simply combine the two."

I glanced at Layla, seeing that she was also watching Karim closely.

"So what do you think about the position of political advisor of this country?" I asked, folding my arms.

Karim did not answer immediately. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes filled with thought. Then he replied.

"Please tell me more about the situation here first, so I can figure out suitable options to discuss with you two."

"Alright, our current situation is......" I replied. Then Yuri and I presented the situation here to Karim. He listened attentively, occasionally nodding or frowning in thought. After a moment of silent deliberation, Karim slowly spoke.

"So in this world's timeline, there are no Arab countries yet? This entire area only has Arabs living scattered in villages and nomads, right? I want to confirm again, comrade commander."

"Yes!" Yuri replied, placing the coffee cup on the table.

Karim nodded, his eyes shining. "This is very lucky for us at the present stage. We can focus on building and developing our potential without being disturbed by other countries. Not to mention, according to the information I have learned here, Islam is not a major religion yet and no one has unified it yet!"

Yuri and I exchanged glances. Layla also began to take notes of Karim's arguments.

"This is a great opportunity for us," Karim continued, his tone full of excitement. "You know, the people here are not widely educated, so their understanding is poor."

"If we establish a unified religion and conquer them by faith, it will be much easier than forcing them to learn things they don't like or using force to force them to submit."

Yuri smiled faintly, propping his chin up as he looked at Karim. "In other words, you want us to establish a political system based on religious beliefs combined with Socialism?"

Karim raised an eyebrow. "That's right. The people here need an ideal to follow, a belief to cling to. And if no one else can unify it, why don't we do it? We'll take our ideals and incorporate them into religion so they can accept it more easily."

I rubbed my chin, thought for a while, then turned to Yuri. "How do you feel?"

Yuri shrugged. "Well, I'm just someone who works for you anyway, you're the one who makes the decisions. But I have to admit... his proposal sounds pretty reasonable. But personally, I don't like it!!!! Maybe it's because our political leanings and views don't match."

Layla interjected, "Commander, I think we should seriously consider this. If we can control the people's faith, unifying this region will be much easier."

I looked around the conference room, seeing everyone waiting for my answer. A strange thought flashed through my mind...

I... am I about to become the Sect Master? Thinking that, I immediately asked.

But wait, if we found a religion, who will be the leader?????

Karim did not hesitate, smiled meaningfully and replied: "Who else but you, comrade commander..."

I froze for a moment. "Wait, I know a little about culture and knowledge, but I don't know anything about how to become a cult leader! Not to mention… I have the face of an Asian! If I were to become a cult leader, I would probably become a laughing stock!"

The whole room tried not to laugh, except for Karim, who remained serious. I glared at them.

Karim said softly, his voice full of certainty: "Don't worry, I will draw up a detailed plan to support you within a week."

But what other choice do I have? If not me, then who? Could a non-Arab have the clout to unite them? Karim might be a brilliant strategist, but he wasn't someone who could stand up as a symbol because he had other things to deal with. Yuri was even less suitable. Layla... wasn't strong enough.

So... am I the only choice? Is it just because I'm the one with the most free time if they work hard?

I took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "Okay, Karim. I will. But you have to make sure your plan is tight enough so as not to make a fool of me."

Karim smiled contentedly. "Of course, comrade commander. Together we will change history."

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After a week, Karim entered the meeting room with a detailed plan in hand. Yuri, Layla, and I were already there, while Boris refused to participate, saying:

"I don't care about the government, as long as there is enough army to protect the country, then we can build whatever we want."

In other words, he has no interest in arguing about politics. I secretly think, sometimes I envy simple people like Boris.

Karim put the plan down on the table, pushed up his glasses and began to present:

"Comrade Commander, I have carefully studied the situation and have come up with the most optimal model of state for us. I propose establishing a theocracy, where the religion we control will act as a substitute for the party."

I frowned.

"Divine power?"

Karim nodded.

"Exactly. We will build a system where the church is the center of power, similar to how a political party operates. We will not only control the state, but also control the beliefs of the people. It will essentially be similar to Iran in your world's timeline, but with our ideology replacing their old ideology. At the same time, we will not allow any other party besides the church to operate."

I have a slight headache.

"Wait, let me understand… you're saying I'll be the cult leader?"

Karim nodded firmly.

"Yes, sir, commander."

Yuri immediately responded:

"No way! This is a wrong move, we cannot turn Socialism into a religion! That would be a betrayal of the spirit of Marxism-Leninism!"

Karim did not flinch, but instead smiled confidently.

"Comrade Yuri, I understand your concerns. But let's face it: a country that wants to be strong needs unity. And the fastest way to unite the masses is not Marxism or Leninism, but faith. History has proven that when a people believe absolutely in a common ideal, they can overcome any difficulty. Instead of letting religion become an obstacle, why don't we turn it into a tool?"

Yuri clenched her fists.

"There is nothing wrong with religion, it is its leaders who corrupt it. But what if we are those leaders?" Karim continued.

The atmosphere in the room became tense. I could see Layla trying to hold back her laughter, and I didn't know how to feel. Honestly, I wasn't completely against the plan, but I wasn't exactly in favor of it either.

Yuri folded her arms, her voice full of resentment.

"This is not a problem that can be solved by cleverness of words, Karim! If we turn socialism into something similar to religion, it is no different from lowering it to the level of superstition!"

Karim shrugged.

"Comrade, between a person who believes in Marxism-Leninism and a person who believes that if they sacrifice for the leader they will go to heaven, who would be more willing to sacrifice?"*n more?"*

I suddenly felt a chill down my spine.

The whole room was silent for a few seconds.

I rubbed my forehead, then took a deep breath.

"Alright, alright… This matter needs further discussion. But for now, we will temporarily test this model."

Yuri looked displeased but immediately fell silent. Karim smiled confidently.

As for why I agree with this opinion, it's simply 'I find it interesting HAHAHHAHAA.' I'm just a fun-loving person like everyone else, no better than anyone else.

While waiting for Yuri and Karim to reconcile their plans, I decided to kill time by inspecting the built infrastructure. It was always a satisfying feeling to see structures rising from the wasteland.

The highlight of today's trip was the railway project. Progress was a little slow—which was understandable, considering it was only the first year of construction. But the quality was impeccable! The tracks were straight, the sleepers sturdy, and one could see a bright future for the transport industry.

After walking past the administrative buildings and the headquarters of the ministries, I smiled with satisfaction. A real government was gradually taking shape… but wait…

I suddenly felt something was missing.

Housing? Already there.

Transport infrastructure? Under construction. Ministries? Headquarters already there. Economic system? Self-sufficient, food security guaranteed and even surplus. Although the variety of consumer goods is still lacking, we are trying to improve it every day.

So what's missing?

I stood there for a moment, then suddenly realized:

Religious and cultural works!

Our national flag has an Islamic symbol, as does the coat of arms, but I have not built any mosques. Not a single one!

I gasped. "I almost forgot!!!"

If Karim's theocratic plans were to be truly realized, these structures were a must! How could a theocratic state not have a church?!

I shook my head, turned around, and ordered the driver to take me to the underground command vehicle. We had to get to work immediately!

I am currently driving a UAZ-3132, one of the most beautiful UAZ models in my opinion, and of course my personal car has been modified to be more luxurious and smooth. It has basic armor protection and can even withstand a few hits from 75mm bullets, which is the highest level of technology I have achieved at the moment.

Back to the main issue, if I want to carry out Karim's plan, I must build these religious buildings! A theocratic state without a single church is like a hotpot restaurant without hotpot, right?!

I sat in the back seat of the car, looking out the window with a thoughtful look on my face.

The UAZ-3132 started to slow down and turned into a magnificent mansion, you could call it a palace. Now above the base command vehicle was my newly built palace. Yes, there was no mistake.

At first glance, outsiders might think it's a magnificent mansion (palace). But in reality, it's my residence and office. The problem is… I secretly spent quite a bit of money on it.

I mean, it started out as a normal building, but then I thought, "Well, if you're going to build it, you might as well do it right!" So there was an extra floor… then two floors… then a dome… then a courtyard… then a fancy reception room.

And before I knew it, I had a palace.

By the time Yuri and Layla found out, it was too late. The project was completed, the budget approved, the minutes signed, the money spent—complaining now wouldn't change anything!

I proudly looked back at my "administrative building". Well… it really wasn't a waste at all.

Oh, that reminds me, a few months ago I discovered a serious problem—the technologies I'm using are too advanced for this world!

I mean, imagine living in a time when people still used horse-drawn carriages, and then all of a sudden, someone drove by with a T-90S tank. No one would have questioned it!

So, in order to avoid being scrutinized too early, I enacted a special policy, the 'Technology Leakage Prevention Policy.' Simply put, it means we hide all the important stuff underground.

All high-tech infrastructure such as weapons factories, control centers, military computers, etc. were moved underground.

On the surface? Well, looking at it you'll see only things that seem normal, things that are acceptable in this day and age.

Of course, I couldn't hide everything completely. If someone looked closely, they would still see some equipment that was more advanced than current standards. But that was just the 'WWII technology that I allowed them to see.'

In short, my strategy was pretty simple: Modernize in the dark, but still look reasonable on the surface.

Anyway, if one day someone wonders why we're growing so fast, I just look at them with a mysterious look, and say something cool:

"It is thanks to the intelligence and diligence of our people."

Um, perfect plan!

While I was walking around my house, I got a phone call from Layla, she said that Yuri and Karim had finished the joint plan and they needed me to come to a meeting to review it. I agreed and changed, then told the driver to take me to the parliament building for the meeting because there was a more spacious room there suitable for presenting big plans.

The state structure that Yuri and Karim propose is quite interesting—it is a mixture of theocracy and party-style government.

The Unified Muslim Church will be the most powerful organization, acting as a ruling party, while the parliament will still retain its role as the governing body of the state, with the Supreme Leader—that is, me—at its head.

When I entered, Karim and Yuri were already there, busily editing documents on the table. Layla stood nearby, holding a thick file in her hand.

"Ah, you're finally here." Yuri said, rubbing his temples. "We had to revise this plan dozens of times to meet all of your requirements."

"I trust you guys." I smiled and pulled up a chair to sit down.

At first, I listened attentively, but as Karim and Yuri began to delve into the details of political organization, finances, and additional laws, I began to lose patience. I only paid attention to the important points, and nodded in agreement to the rest.

"Okay, okay!" - I clapped my hands to end the meeting. - "We agree to carry out this plan. As for me, I will be in charge of building religious and cultural facilities."

"Yes, sir," they replied in unison.

I smiled wryly. "No problem! Everything will be fine!"

Now my job was to set about building religious and cultural structures—in other words, to create the political image of the new government.

I cannot let my church exist only on paper, it needs to have a visible presence in society. This will be the first important step in consolidating my power as Supreme Leader.

During that time, I tried to practice acting as a mystic, wearing a real Muslim outfit that Karim designed for me, it was quite luxurious and exuded power.

I quite like this outfit. I was instructed by Karim to take the name Mohamed from now on, an Arabic name to match the image I was building.

In the following days, I focused on learning how to play the role of a serious supreme leader and cult leader.

Well, it's boring, but I have to do it because it's an important matter for a country as well as my face. I don't want some bastard laughing at me for my demeanor.

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It is now March 1920, a full year since I came to this world. Time has passed so quickly that I still cannot quite believe that I have actually become the leader of a country.

I don't have super intelligence, nor do I possess a great strategic mind like the characters in the kingdom building novels. I'm just a normal person, a Red Alert enthusiast with a little knowledge of history and sociology.

However, I am fortunate to have trustworthy partners, enthusiastic people, who are willing to dedicate themselves to the ideals I set. And thanks to them, I have learned a lot over the past year.

"Well, if one day I become unemployed, I can probably write down on my CV that I was once the leader of a country, right?" I chuckled at the thought of that prospect.

But I can't joke around forever. I'm very aware that my role is not just to be the founder of the United Arab Republic, but also to ensure that this country will develop sustainably. Everything I do now will lay the foundation for the future.

Today, I spent some time inspecting key projects. The wide, flat asphalt roads connect the central areas with the developing suburbs.

The roads were not just built in a makeshift manner, but I demanded that they be of the highest quality possible. There were no gravel roads or roads that would collapse after a rain. There was also a drainage system under the roadbed to prevent flooding.

Government buildings are built with a mix of traditional Arabic and modern Western architecture. My palace – no, the Supreme Leader's Office – is a perfect example of this combination.

Soaring domes, giant pillars with intricate carvings, large windows for natural light and long, majestic corridors. In particular, the interior is designed in a luxurious style but not too ostentatious, but brings a sense of power and solemnity.

"You sure are a daredevil." Yuri, the country's Prime Minister, stood beside me and looked up at the building. "I thought it was just a normal government building, but it looks like a king's palace."

"I didn't say I couldn't live in a shabby place." I shrugged. "Besides, a building that represents the government needs to have dignity."

Yuri sighed. "Well, at least it's better than I expected."

Not only administrative buildings, but also residential areas of the people are planned systematically. We do not build makeshift houses or slums like many other places at this time.

Every neighborhood had public facilities like schools, hospitals, markets, and especially mosques. I realized that if I wanted to consolidate my power, religion was an indispensable tool.

"How is it?" Karim walked up to me, still holding the stack of documents on the church's organizational structure.

"Good. But there is still much work to be done." I turned to look at him. "I need your help in training the first members of the church. They must be people of absolute loyalty and leadership."

"Of course." Karim nodded. "I have a list of potential candidates, I will send it to you later."

There is still a lot of work to do, but seeing what has been achieved after a year, I feel proud. The United Arab Republic is taking shape, not just as a young nation, but as a symbol of a new order. And I – Mohammed – will be the one to lay the foundations for it all.

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Looking back over the past year, I see a clear change in this land. When I first arrived, this place was almost barren desert, with only scattered groups of people living sparsely as nomads or in small villages. Now, a city has begun to take shape.

This change did not come naturally. Karim and Yuri, along with me, had to work tirelessly to build infrastructure, repopulate the area, and attract the Arabs scattered throughout the region. This was not easy, because in addition to the resource and logistical issues, we faced a bigger problem: cultural clashes .

Each group we took in had a different way of life. Those who lived in villages were easy to deal with, but nomads were not used to a settled life, and tribes had their own systems of organization, sometimes unwilling to obey anyone but their own leader.

I remember one time Karim went to negotiate with a tribe to convince them to join the city. It was supposed to be a simple talk about rights and land, but when I asked again, Karim just sighed:

"They don't care about land, they care about… camels."

"Camel?" I asked, bewildered.

"Yes, camels. Especially since we have better stables than they do. So they think we have some amazing breeding secret and want to learn."

In the end, instead of negotiating immigration and benefits, we had to organize a whole camel training course just to please the tribe.

Of course, there were plenty of other funny situations besides the camel. One day, Layla came running into my office with a very upset look on her face.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"The men in the new neighborhood are rioting!"

"Huh? Why?"

"For the toilet."

"Bathroom?" I almost choked on my tea.

"Yeah, they're not used to using toilets. They say this type of toilet is strange, unnatural, and… immoral."

And so we had to hold a "mass education on toilet usage." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I watched Yuri try to convince the stubborn men that "using the toilet does not reduce their masculinity."

Such situations happen all the time, but we are moving forward nonetheless. People are adapting to their new way of life, infrastructure continues to expand, and the United Arab Republic is slowly becoming a real country.

Although difficulties in the unification process still exist, overall, we have achieved remarkable results.

Nomadic, tribal, and scattered populations now had stable homes, jobs to do, and most importantly, an educational system was gradually being established to educate them.

I cannot deny one thing: my image, Mohamed, plays an important role in uniting society. When I first came here, I did not think that I could take on the role of a spiritual and political leader.

But now, I'm used to people looking at me with expectation, used to public speaking, and used to being someone they trust.

I used to think this job would be boring—meetings, policies, never-ending problems. But gradually, I realized that it wasn't boring at all, and on the contrary, it gave me a clearer sense of responsibility than ever before.

"Mr. Mohamed, there are some people asking to see you. They want more land to expand their farm." Karim walked into my office, holding a plan in his hand.

I looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, bring them in. But before that, can you make me a cup of coffee?"

Karim sighed, "Are you addicted to coffee to this extent? You shouldn't be like that Yuri guy!!!"

"Coffee helps me stay awake to lead the country." I smiled lightly. "And when I lead well, you have less headaches, right?"

Karim just shook his head and went to make coffee, and I adjusted my cloak before heading out to meet the villagers. This was my life now—and I had no regrets.

"Mr. Mohamed, there are some people who want to see you. They say they need more land for farming." A guard entered my office, holding a report in his hand.

I looked up from my desk, eyebrows raised. "Private?"

"Yes. They want land to start their own farm." Karim shrugged.

I crossed my arms, thought for a moment, and sighed. "They still don't understand? Bring them in."

Just a few minutes later, a group of three people walked in. Judging by the way they were dressed, they seemed to be farmers or former landowners from former nomadic tribes. The oldest man in the group bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Sir Mohamed, we are very grateful to you for providing stability and business opportunities. But we have one request: we want our own piece of land to farm. We are willing to pay taxes and follow the rules."

I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed. "Really? You want your own land?"

The man nodded vigorously. "Yes, we believe that if we own the land, we can do better for ourselves."

I was silent for a moment, then chuckled. "I think you are mistaken. The United Arab Republic has no concept of private land ownership. The land belongs to the people, and all production must take place on collective farms."

Over the past year, with the help of the Red Alert system , we have built a basic infrastructure. However, what is more important is the economic system that I want to implement.

The United Arab Republic cannot operate in a capitalist way where individuals can accumulate wealth and land for themselves. All farms must be collective, agricultural production must follow a cooperative model to ensure fairness and efficiency because the area for round cultivation in the middle east is limited, I cannot let it fall into the hands of others, in other words, yes, I am the biggest landowner with a heart here.

But not everyone accepts that easily.

After listening to the farmers' plea, I stood up, crossed my arms over my chest, and looked straight at them. "You say you want your own land to enrich yourself? Tell me, who does the land belong to?"

The oldest man blinked, then replied cautiously, "Sir, land belongs to the one who owns it, the one who cultivates it."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Wrong. The land belongs to the Almighty, to Allah. We are just the ones entrusted to look after it. So are you trying to take possession of something that does not belong to you?"

They were silent.

I continued: "Remember what the Quran teaches. Allah did not create wealth so that a few could monopolize it while others starved. You want to have your own land to become rich, but ask yourself: is that the will of the Almighty?"

The youngest man was confused, but still tried to argue:

"But sir, without property rights, people have no incentive to work. If everyone gets the same share, why bother?"

I looked at him, smiling patiently.

"So you think people who work for the common good are not motivated? Look at soldiers who fight for their country, teachers who teach to spread knowledge. Do they need private property to be motivated?"

I paused for a moment and then continued:

"In our system, those who work the hardest will still be rewarded. But that reward is not the exploitation of others, but the recognition from the whole community. This community is not to serve individuals, but to serve the righteous path, to serve humanity."

The oldest man sighed and bowed his head:

"Sir, you are quite right. The land does not belong to any of us, but to the Supreme Being. We will obey you."

I nodded, smiling with satisfaction. I thought to myself, it was actually easier to just say a few words of the doctrine I had created myself than to argue right and wrong and explain it to them.

"Good. Go and work well in the cooperative. If you work hard, you will not go hungry. And most of all, you will live according to what Allah has commanded."

I sat down on the chair, sighing after they left. A small argument was over, but the road ahead was still long.

After much effort in development, my country finally reached a population of 2,000,000 people. Of these, 800,000 were cloned citizens from the Red Alert system , who were not only absolutely loyal but also willing to work and fight regardless of the circumstances.

My army had reached 200,000 soldiers, a force that was by no means small but still modest considering the size of the territory.

Currently, I have 8 mechanized infantry divisions, 4 armored brigades, 8 artillery brigades, and countless logistics, communications, reconnaissance, and special forces units. But what excites me most is that the Satellite-Linked Radar project is complete! Now I can literally see the world!

I quickly walked towards the command room below the palace. Opening the control screen, I saw a new message from the system:

[Defense Radar Technology Completed! Anti-aircraft guns from the Cold War era and below can now be deployed for construction.]

Without hesitation, I immediately clicked on the list of newly unlocked weapons. Immediately, a series of anti-aircraft guns appeared, but the ones that excited me the most were the KS-30 and KM-52 .

"Ohhh! There it is! These two guns are the inspiration for the Soviet anti-aircraft guns in Red Alert 2 that Westwood put into the game!" I almost jumped for joy. "Now who dares say I'm not a general of the Motherland ?!"

Looking closely at the parameters, I nodded continuously.

"KS-30, 130mm anti-aircraft gun, high rate of fire, long range, can shoot down planes from dozens of kilometers away! And this—KM-52, an upgraded version with a longer barrel and larger caliber up to 152mm, can even fire extended range rockets! Ha ha ha! System, I love you so much!"

I patted the screen as if I was patting a close friend on the shoulder. This feeling was really great!

But then I quickly regained my composure, because there was a problem to solve.

"If I equip these guns, I'll have to synchronize the ammunition production line. It can't be a different caliber for each unit. Hmmm…" I pondered, scratching my chin. "Alright! Let's do it! Cancel the old artillery production plan, switch all to the appropriate 130mm caliber guns for the convenience of the KS-30!"

I leaned back in my chair, crossed my arms, and smirked.

"From now on, if anyone dares to enter the airspace of the United Arab Republic, he will have a rain of steel shot straight into his face."

My eyes lit up with greed as I looked at the list of newly unlocked weapons. After some deliberation, I decided to go with the KS-30 anti-aircraft gun (130mm) and the M-46 artillery (130mm). The reasons were simple: long range, powerful firepower, and most importantly—they could use the same ammunition.

This not only helps standardize the production line, but also reduces logistical pressure. I can't have my army using a bunch of different calibers—I hate lack of uniformity!

Thinking of this, I nodded in satisfaction, then quickly summoned Boris, Yuri, and Karim to discuss the plan to deploy the air defense system and restructure the artillery tomorrow.

After looking at the anti-aircraft artillery list for a while longer, I remembered the main reason I was in the command room today—to observe the world situation. I opened the satellite interface, and immediately the four large screens in front of me lit up, displaying a series of detailed information:

Leftmost screen: Displays weather information globally.

Side screen: Provides real-time terrain data.

Right screen: Shows territorial boundaries and maps of countries.

Center Screen: Live view of the important area I am monitoring.

I rested my chin on my hand and stared at the home screen. Wow, the Russian civil war is almost over? I squinted as I saw that the Soviets had taken control of almost all of the country. If a new government was about to be established, I needed to prepare for the next steps—establishing diplomatic relations and supporting them. A friendly Russia with the United Arab Republic would be of great benefit.

The Next Morning—Government Conference Room

Inside the large room, Yuri, Boris, and Karim sat around the conference table. In front of me was a map of the country's defenses, with potential locations marked for air defense systems.

The meeting between me, Yuri, Karim and Boris was held in a serious atmosphere. After glancing at the firepower map, I turned to Boris and loudly ordered:.

"Boris, your job is to plan the deployment of anti-aircraft artillery positions. We need to identify strategic locations for artillery placement, ensuring coverage of all key areas."

Boris nodded firmly. "Yes, sir! I will make plans right away."

Next, I turned to the problem of changing artillery armaments. My obsession with uniformity of weapons would not allow the army to continue using so many different calibers.

"I want to unify the artillery caliber. The D-74 (122mm) will be phased out, and the entire artillery will switch to the M-46 (130mm) instead. This standardization will make ammunition production faster, more efficient, and reduce logistical pressure."

Karim looked at the equipment list, frowning slightly. "What about the old D-74 (122mm) guns?"

I curled my lips. "We will seal it in the strategic reserve, in the future we can refurbish it and export it to other countries, or give it as aid."

Yuri replied. "Yes, Supreme Leader."

I smiled, then continued to review the current equipment list. I checked the list of weapons our army was producing:

Personal weapons: AK-47M, PKM light machine gun, RPG-7D anti-tank gun, SVD sniper rifle.

Supporting fire: DShKM heavy machine gun, 2B14 mortar (82mm), SPG-9 recoilless rifle.

Tanks & Armor: Rhino 1 (85mm x1, 12.7mm x2).

Other types of motor vehicles: truck KrAZ-260 (6x6), off-road vehicle UAZ-3132 (4x4).

Artillery: D-74 towed gun (122mm), D-74 self-propelled gun (122mm) on KrAZ-260 chassis (6x6)

Ak-47M assault rifle, PKM light machine gun, RPG-7D shoulder-fired anti-tank gun, DShKM heavy machine gun, SVD sniper rifle, 2B14 82mm mortar, SPG-9. Along with other weapons accessories and ammunition.

I nodded, then made a decision on the new weapons and vehicles to produce:

"First of all, we will stop the production of D-74 (122mm) guns as discussed earlier. Instead, from now on, the army will focus on mass production of the following weapons and equipment:"

Artillery equipment:

M-46 field gun (130mm) – completely replaced the D-74, ensuring more powerful firepower and longer range. Fixed deployment version and version mounted on the KrAZ-260 truck chassis (6x6).

S-23 field gun (203mm) - Soviet heavy artillery with tremendous firepower. Fixed deployment version and mobile version mounted on Rhino tank chassis.

Air defense equipment:

KS-30 (130mm) – long-range anti-aircraft gun, fixed-deployment version.

57mm twin-barreled anti-aircraft gun – fixed-deployment version and mobile version mounted on the PT-85M light tank chassis.

37mm twin-barreled anti-aircraft gun – fixed-deployment version and mobile version mounted on the PT-85M light tank chassis.

Armored fighting vehicles:

ML-TB(12.7mm x1) – armored personnel carrier.

PT-85M(85mm x1, 12.7mm x2) – light amphibious reconnaissance tank.

Technical support equipment:

Airborne surveillance radar complex - fixed deployment version and mobile version mounted on the KrAZ-260 (6x6) truck chassis.

Fire control radar complex - fixed deployment version and mobile version mounted on the KrAZ-260 (6x6) truck chassis.

Artillery reconnaissance radar complex - fixed deployment version and mobile version mounted on the KrAZ-260 (6x6) truck chassis.

Mine clearance equipment complex - infantry version

Equipment and facilities for engineers:

Rhino tank-chassis tow truck - used to tow damaged vehicles and assist in repairs.

Multi-purpose engineering vehicle on Rhino tank chassis - used for constructing military structures, digging trenches, building fortifications,.....

Mine Clearance Vehicle on Rhino Tank Chassis(12.7mm x1) - used to clear mines in the rear or open the attack path.

Mobile pontoon bridge complex - mobile version mounted on the KrAZ-260 truck chassis (6x6).

I paused for a moment, looking around the conference table before continuing:

"For the ML-TB , I would like to make some adjustments. Let's widen its tracks to suit the desert terrain. The chassis also needs to be widened a bit to increase space for soldiers , making them more comfortable during long marches."

"In addition, look into mounting a turret to turn the ML-TB into a true infantry fighting vehicle."

Karim and Yuri nodded, taking notes of the important points.

With this plan, my army will not only synchronize its firepower but also enhance its air defense and battlefield mobility. This is the next step for the United Arab Republic to move closer to becoming a true military power in this world once we emerge.

"And lastly, let's announce and establish diplomatic relations with other countries in the world!!!!!"